It’s the end of the year and I should be bringing glad tidings and happy wishes for the Solstice. I should try to scrounge up some of the good that happened in 2020, to end on a positive note. First, I’m afraid, I have to get something off of my chest.
When asked how being a woman affected my career (or lack of one), I used to quip that being short was worse. I now see I wasn’t being funny; I was being obtuse and I’ve been actively mulling this over while writing this memoir of mine. One of my chapters is about how in 1990 I was given an assignment for