Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about feminism. Until recent years, I had never really thought of myself as a feminist. I didn’t ever really give it much, if any, thought. I was just me. I was who I was, and I didn’t ever try to lump myself into any category.
I was a country girl. I married young. I was pregnant seven times. I have four living children. For a large portion of my life, my focus was on my family; my children, my husband, and my parents. The roles of wife, mother, and daughter were something that came naturally to me. It is aging (YUCK!) that has caused me to look back and really examine the choices I made as a younger woman.
When I went to college, I lied. I told my dad that I wanted to major in English literature, and he scowled and grumbled, “What are you going to do with a degree in literature?” Instead, he advised me to get an Associates degree in “Business Management.” That was a fancy name for secretarial school. He said that this would be a good skill for me in the event that I would ever find myself alone. By alone, he meant if I ever found myself widowed or divorced, I would have a skill to fall back on. Continue Reading »