27/10/2026
I have always believed that when women gather, something shifts. There is a kind of force in a room full of women who have come not just to celebrate, but to stand beside one another. To bear witness. To give what they can.
This week, we gathered with erzsicazpinkribbonlunch and raised more than $30,000 for breast cancer research.
Four years ago, there were 50 women gathered in a cafe. This year, there were 180. The tickets sold out in 24 hours. A small gathering has grown into something much bigger than the girls could have imagined.
And in the middle of all that colour, conversation and generosity, there were the stories. The stories of survival. Of fear and courage. Of bodies that have been through battles no one ever asked them to fight.
Our girl, Erzsi Taylor, stood before us and told hers. With her daughters watching on, she spoke with a bravery that made the whole room lean in. There is something about watching a woman tell the truth of what she has endured, especially with her children looking on, that reminds you just how much a woman can carry, and how much she should never have to carry alone.
Breast cancer is a thief. It steals into homes and families and friendships, reaching far beyond the body it takes hold of. It interrupts the ordinary, reshapes the future and leaves its fingerprints on the people who love us. It robs women of time, of ease, of the simple assumption that there will always be more tomorrows.
But then there are women. Women who gather. Who give. Who tell their stories, hold one another close and refuse to look away.
And perhaps that is where some of our power lies. Not in pretending we are unafraid, but in showing up anyway.
180 women. One room. More than $30,000 raised.
And a reminder that when women come together, we can turn our love for one another into something that reaches far beyond the room we are standing in. XO
