I still remember this as if it were yesterday.

It was about 1969, so I would have been 10. My mother looked up from the Sunday lunch we were having and said, “just because I have a vagina doesn’t mean I have to do all the cooking around here.”

I thought to myself, “way to go mom, using the V word in front of a child (me).” lol. 😁

After putting the family on notice, things got distributed more correctly.

Except when having the babies, she worked full time for an employer just like my father did.

I’m on a mission to successfully peel a label off of a plastic item. It can take a long time.