I graduated college in 1972. Feminism was hurdling full speed into the dialog. I got the message, but couldn’t get into it. I was raised by parents who taught me to take care of myself; to never depend on another person for survival. My dad was never a princess dad. My mom demanded self-respect. It was about personal growth. They supported my creativity but schooled me to balance quality and … Read More
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