Krystal Berardizon

You know that split-second pause when your kid says something so bizarre you blink twice and wonder if you heard right.

You’ve heard it. You’ve said it. You’ve probably misquoted it. Whatutalkingboutwillistyle is everywhere.

You’ve heard it. You’ve said it. You’ve stared blankly while your cousin dropped it into a family argument like it was gospel.

I used to sit at dinner watching my kids scroll instead of talk. And I’d wonder why no one shared anything real anymore.

I used to think I could handle everything alone. Turns out, I was exhausted and lonely (just) like so many women I know. You’re not imagining it.

Sisterhood isn’t just a word you hear at brunch or see on a tote bag. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s not always pretty (and) that’s exactly why it works.

Hey EWMSisters. You’re tired of scrolling through generic event lists that don’t feel like yours. I’ve planned sisterhood events. I’ve shown up to them.

I know that feeling. The one where you want to say something real to your sister (or) your chosen sister. And the words just won’t line up right.

Girls get it. You know the kind of friend who shows up when your phone dies and your brain is fried. I’ve been that girl.

I used to think friendship was just showing up. Then I met my first real sister. Not by blood, but by choice.

Sisters. You know that feeling when you walk into a room and just know she’s there (even) before you see her. I’ve had mine since day one.

You know that moment when you’re scrolling through photos of friends laughing at a brunch you weren’t invited to? Yeah. That hollow feeling in your chest.