Why I am a Feminist (and other men should be too)

It was wintertime 1974 in Cincinnati, Ohio and I was 11 years old, holding my mom’s trembling hand as we were walking up and down the sidewalks of our neighborhood. Tears were in her eyes, born out of a fear of how she was going to feed her two youngest Read more

When you’re not just “The Wife”

My husband and I had a recent debate about whether to admit to the clients that we were married and not just colleagues. This might sound like a strange discussion except that the meeting was with two South Asian businessmen in the Middle East. If we let on too soon Read more