Years ago, as the working mother of a young daughter, I sometimes struggled to achieve that elusive work/home “balance” women often speak of wistfully and hold up as the ultimate validation of their success within the frameworks of modern feminism. … Continue reading
Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I was obsessed with Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. I recall Sendak’s haunting depiction of Max. He had a wild streak, like lots of little boys, and he … Continue reading
Years ago, as the working mother of a young daughter, I sometimes struggled to achieve that elusive work/home “balance” women often speak of and hold up as the ultimate validation of their success within the frameworks of modern feminism. I … Continue reading