For centuries upon centuries sirens have been rendered perilous, their song a fatal enchantment that lured weak men to their demise. In mythology sirens are the embodiment of temptation, their otherworldly beauty a danger to those who heard their song and could not simply pass by. And yet nowhere in these ancient stories do sirens hunt,

I've been spending a lot of my time lately in the company of wise women. Elders who school me gently in the fine art of life, their hands soft on my back as I navigate mine. Mothers with work writtten on their faces and arms aching from the weight of all they choose to carry with a weary smile. Corporate wonderwomen who dazzle their field but still have to fight for it to be level.