The Women’s Marches may already be history, but the pussy hats linger on. Yesterday, a chilly, wet, blustery day, brought out a couple of those pink hats. It wasn’t until I saw the second pink-hatted lady wandering down the aisles at Trader Joe’s that something struck me about her, aboutContinue reading
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