Anything else, Monday?
Drained. Empty.
First time on the bike for more than a mile in probably a decade and it’s for a beer ride. Seems about right. (at Broken Spoke)
Robert Reich: Working Mother's Day
My mother went into paid work soon after my father’s clothing store was flooded out in a hurricane, almost wiping him out. She had no choice. We needed the money.
This was some two decades before a tidal wave of wives and mothers went into paid work.
For the few with four-year college degrees…







