On the first Thursday evening of each month I gather with a group of women and we knit. We knit and talk and enjoy a glass of wine. Always red, and just one. We look at one another’s projects and admire progress or tease about the lack thereof. We exchange patterns and catch up on family news. We are four different women- two are grandmothers whose husbands are approaching retirement, one a single woman who recently returned from Peace Corps work in Africa and now plans events for a local catering company, and me, a mother of teenagers and full time teacher. We do not appear to have much in common. Yet, when we meet, we talk as if we’ve known each other forever. We understand each other’s struggles. We laugh and nod and sometimes the things we don’t say but just know are as important as the things we say. We knit- but the evening is about so much more.