Even in the middle of travels, the plight of the solitary woman - often a single parent, often working, often simply trying to do her best - crosses my path.
I believe one must first help oneself. The world owes us little and we cannot surrender our choices, our power or the need to correct our mistakes to others.
But sometimes you just can't do it yourself; there is no shame in asking for help.
And I struggle with the question: is it that we, as women, find it too hard or shameful to ask or that we find it too hard to offer while balancing our own loads?