We met through a mutual friend who told us both, “You’ll love her. You get angry about all the same things.”
That was almost exactly correct. At the time, Joanne had just started a nonprofit to provide free diapers to families in need. Colleen was a freelance writer who had walked away from a newspaper job to work in a soup kitchen after her editor told her to stop writing so much about poverty.
We found sisterhood raging about injustice over coffee, and devising strategies for change.
Twenty years of collaboration and friendship …