We’re Girls. We Share.

Sister tribe from way back when! (me on the left, Erika in the middle, Kelli on the right). Hear no, see no, speak no evil! ... Not sure what to say about the shoes?!?

Sister weekends have become something of a tradition in our family. Every six months or so we try to fit a joint journey into our mutually hectic lives. Last fall, I needed to travel to Boston for a conference, so I promptly talked my two left coast sisters into meeting me there.

We had an amazing time exploring the city, satisfying our retail itch and driving up the coast for a day. But what we most treasured together was the chance to investigate, debate and plan each meal. As I’ve written about before here at Amongst the Waves, good food equates to deep love in my family. It is serious business.

This trip was no exception. Accompanied by a big nor’easter wind, we reveled in the local goodness of lobster rolls, oyster shooters and cannolis. We pulled our hats down low and tightly linked our gloved arms as we marched around town, exploring all that we could. We also made it out to some excellent restaurants each night. At one such white table-clothed establishment, we met up with a waiter who was not exactly feeling the love.

Grumpy waiter, forever remembered as Charlie.

You see, nine times out of ten when we three sit down to a nice dinner out, we all pick something different.  But then we rotate a third of the way through so that we all can try each dish. When it became clear that this was our epicurean method on this cold night in Boston, the waiter (who bore a striking resemblance to Charlie Brown  – no kidding), stuck his nose in the air and got quite offended at our communal approach to dining.

We carried on with our sibling chatter and our pleasure in the good food, disregarding his discomfort.  Soon a young woman came by to freshen our water and clean some crumbs. She took one look, smiled and said, “sisters?”.

My older sister at that point nodded and declared… “We’re girls. We share.”

And that was that.

Big sis Erika helping me to Livestrong last summer.

Today my sisters, Erika and Kelli, and I are launching a new adventure. Together, we are starting a non-profit organization and social community called The Liberty Collective. Our mission is to provide inspiration, community support, and information to people fighting cancer and those who support them. At the core of the program is our quest to send three silk scarves to anyone battling cancer.

A scarf library of sorts.

Why scarves?  Why now?

Thanks fam! XO


Past readers will recall my own personal travails of hair loss and growth, wig wearing and Liberty of London scarf sniping. Having beautiful silk scarves made me feel and look better and was also a great antidote to the overwhelming feelings that at times threatened to sink me.

One of my favorite scarf photos. This is me perching a smooch on my beautiful Grandma Betty, just a short time before she passed away at age 97.

Each scarf will include a story of those that donated the scarf or the people that wore it before. Through Facebook and a digital community, members from around the world can find out more about where each scarf has traveled, communicate with others for peer-sourced support on cancer treatment and prevention and also share their own story.

It’s about “hope, wrapped in a scarf, wrapped in a story.”

We are still building our site, crafting the right social strategy and working through the best way to help the most people. I will be asking some of you to come along with me on this quest to give back and spread hope. Right now we just are working to build up our bank of colorful, silk scarves. To find out how you can donate a new or vintage one, click here to our facebook page. If you are feeling the love,  ”like” the page and we’ll keep you posted.

We want to start a new epidemic together. We want to create an outbreak of inspiration. And we believe we can.

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  1. Kevin Howes
    Posted June 4, 2011 at 10:09 am | Permalink

    Kerri –

    So nice to be able to touch base with you after so many years and I’m thrilled to see you’re on the mend.

    I’m so proud of what you’ve achieved and was inspired by the passion with which you attacked your set back.

    Love the choice in blog title. The song has served as my ring tone ever since I first heard it (“better loud than too late”).

    Life is good. Family is well and I’ll pass your note along to them. Happy to see that Kelli is close by. Say hello to all for me and tell your dad that I’m sorry for his loss.

    I’m sure you’ve wondered for years. Barney lived to the ripe old age of 15 and 1/2. He died about 7 years ago. Ornery until the end. :)


  2. kerri
    Posted June 3, 2011 at 8:50 pm | Permalink

    Kevin, I was so happy to get your message. It completely made my day. Thank you for the good, kind words and support. It means a lot. Hope all is well for you and your family. Tell your sister and mom hi for me.
    Be well!

    All my best.

  3. Kevin Howes
    Posted June 2, 2011 at 7:52 am | Permalink

    Hard to phrase in a few words my feelings upon stumbling upon this blog, but know that you have another hearty supporter in your corner. Sending out all my best.

  4. rebecca
    Posted April 24, 2011 at 2:01 pm | Permalink


  5. Anna C
    Posted April 23, 2011 at 6:50 pm | Permalink

    What a great idea! Xo

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