A Dad's Reflection on Gender and Parenting
It's 2006. I'm 14 years old. My mom and I are grocery shopping. We weave in and out of the aisles, methodically checking items off our list and offering the small-town obligatory s…
It's 2006. I'm 14 years old. My mom and I are grocery shopping. We weave in and out of the aisles, methodically checking items off our list and offering the small-town obligatory s…