“Working” Woman (Me)
by Jane Samuel
A few weeks ago I stood waiting on my coffee at the counter of my neighborhood Starbucks. Making small talk, the young male barista smiled and asked, “You headed to work?”
My mind went into overdrive. […]
by Jane Samuel
A few weeks ago I stood waiting on my coffee at the counter of my neighborhood Starbucks. Making small talk, the young male barista smiled and asked, “You headed to work?”
My mind went into overdrive. […]