They lay before me like a string of pearls, penina, pearl in Hebrew. They are all pearls, women who have managed to keep their life going when the world tilts suddenly. It is funny how we rely on such women to be the ballast for our ship, the steadiness needed to enable others to carry on. Yet we spend so little time thinking about them. In most cases these women are unknown, their deeds are unreported, not because they don’t matter, but because we take it for granted that they will step up and be counted and then who could count the host of women? They are beyond number. So only a few are remembered, to stand for the many. We honour the many through them, we remember the nameless through the named. Thank you for your stories.