Sticking with love

While I dug into my bag to find my reporter's notebook and pen, he poured me a glass of sweet tea. We sat at his kitchen table and he couldn’t have been nicer. I had called him for help with my story and he suggested that since he had the day off from work, I... Continue Reading →

Keeping an open mind

The choices were less than spectacular. One book had a blue cover and the name of the book in gold font. The other looked old and had a picture of a scary wolf with large fangs. My second-grade teacher read to the class a few minutes each day and she had given me the honor... Continue Reading →

Why I’m a feminist

I’m not sure how it came up over dinner, but when I was a very young kid, my father grumbled about a woman that he worked with at the local steel plant, claiming that she had taken her job from another man. My father’s arms were waving, his voice had gotten louder, and a little... Continue Reading →

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