What is particularly heartbreaking and further revealed by films like Three Figures and treasures like the Inspiring Women daily desk calendar we purchased for the New Year, is how I grew up never knowing how capable we were of… anything, really…you name it… because weren’t we hidden, at home, or if out in the world, we were still absent in the history books and the storybooks and the screens, unless we were in the kitchen or in your bed, typecast in the supporting role, forever, reminded again and again not to have too many dreams, as if children stayed children forever and welcomed all our hopes and desires and capacities put upon them, sons ladened with guilt, daughters unable to breathe.


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