At ten years old, you get invited to a classmate’s house for her birthday party for the first time. Between cake and presents, you observe the presence of her older sister in the background: a towering figure, so cool, almost unapproachable.
At ten years old, you get invited to a classmate’s house for her birthday party for the first time. Between cake and presents, you observe the presence of her older sister in the background: a towering figure, so cool, almost unapproachable.
My Dear Son, I’ve dreamt of you many times, of what you’ll look like, sound like, act like. In my dreams…
Here I am on my soapbox again, bringing out my feminist writer’s pen. Angry and irritated? Yes I am, and…
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