|The one in heaven is probably white. Or gold.|
And if there is a speakerphone in heaven, and they are both listening, then why does it matter which name I say when I call?
Because sometimes a woman just needs a heart to heart with another woman. It's not a lack of love for our fathers or for men in general. It is a need to connect with someone who is like ourselves: someone in whose image we are made and like whom we expect to become.
Mama, can you hear me?