In the midst of a traumatic world event week, although I’m not sure there is such a thing as a week without traumatic events happening, I’m going to willfully avoid talking about that and write instead about something that is closer to my heart, namely, my bladder.
I love when you get up on your soap box. I will never look at another gender discrimination line in the same way again. I have used the men's restroom once when Matthew, elementary age, asked why he and I always use the ladies room. We were camping and no one was around, so I can't proclaim the kind of bravery you emit.
I love when you get up on your soap box. I will never look at another gender discrimination line in the same way again. I have used the men's restroom once when Matthew, elementary age, asked why he and I always use the ladies room. We were camping and no one was around, so I can't proclaim the kind of bravery you emit.
I carry an extra soapbox in my car, just in case. ❤️