These are the times that try women's souls.
Maybe this comes from naivete, but I keep thinking about the words inscribed on the Statue of Liberty.
The huddled masses that were our grandparents and great-grandparents and great-grandparents? I feel like I'm carrying three and four generations of grief on my back as our "brave experiment" crashes and burns.
Maybe this comes from naivete, but I keep thinking about the words inscribed on the Statue of Liberty.
The huddled masses that were our grandparents and great-grandparents and great-grandparents? I feel like I'm carrying three and four generations of grief on my back as our "brave experiment" crashes and burns.