Wednesday, April 19, 2006
God Knows
God or in this case, twangs of the Goddess, knew how to distract me from grieving and engage me in something else. In this case, a male chauvinist jumped out from 'neath his bridge and started dumping slurs against me and all of womankind unless you are pregnant with 25 kids and under your husband's financial, uh, control/charity/contribution/whatever it's called. I was never so lucky. My husband was a journalist. Journalists were jealous of teacher's salaries. The income from both of our...
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