Clasping Hands with the “Women Who Named the Unnamed”

May I ask you a question, imagined reader? Who do you think of – who pops into your mind first – when you imagine a woman in your life who has ‘named the unnamed’? Who has stood up in the face of being told to stay quiet only to say simply, I won’t? When asking myselfContinue reading “Clasping Hands with the “Women Who Named the Unnamed””