I was raised to be modest. I was always being reminded to close the door, cross my legs, suck in my stomach and sit up straight. Mini skirts were out and turtlenecks were in. The only thing I knew about breastfeeding was that it was distasteful and to be done behind closed doors, if it [...]
Continue reading about The Evolution of My Modesty (or Growing Up With My Clothes On)
I remember as a kid I used to tell people I was going to save the world. I’ve come down from the clouds a bit since then, but my 35th birthday came and went and I realized that I still have some lofty goals and maybe it’s about time I get on them. Up to [...]
