My debt to women of strength

In my early life in the Deep South in the late 1960s, the women’s movement had hardly begun. And, in the milieu in which I was raised, I never really thought about a career of my own. Back then, Southern ladies were raised to get a good education, marry well, raise a family, and be content. Still, I yearned to be something on my own, though I did not know what. I went off to a very fine college in the South, where I encountered a plethora of new ideas. My professors encouraged me. I began to s
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