Finding Feminism in my Grandmother’s Georgia
Dear Grandma, I have often wondered about the days when you were young. The days before your children. The days before you divorced your first husband. Before you fell in love with your second. The days before you sported a perfectly combed Afro. The days when you drove a tractor, plowing your grandfather’s farm. The days when you played the dozens. When I imagine you … Continue reading Finding Feminism in my Grandmother’s Georgia