This is a story about fear, silence, and a deep-seated feeling that men’s voices bellow from the rooftops while women’s voices get lost in the woods. It’s a story that many woman know too well. It’s a story of unwanted
Despite the fact that no one is going to listen to my proposed rules for the upcoming Presidential debate, I am exercising my First Amendment rights to voice them. My purpose is to lobby for civility, decency, and (please God)
I went out for a while last night and left the television on for my pug, Gracie. She likes to bark at the dog food commercials and, for reasons I can’t figure out, watches America’s Got Talent with rapt attention.