I have never regretted anything I gave away, but often wished I had given more.
My need for equality was entirely personal. It didn’t take me long to notice, boys got a better deal, primarily because they wore pants. No one ragged on them to “act like a lady, keep your dress tail down, or keep clean.” My brother never dusted, washed a dish, changed a diaper, or made a bed. That was women’s work. Continue reading