Behind Every Good Man

by Sara Goodman Confino

you caught more flies with honey than with vinegar.

But even Rome had fallen eventually, and it was narcissistic to believe that I could, by sheer force of will, be the one to stop a clearly sinking ship.

But the doors that had been locked for my mother’s generation were merely shut firmly for me. And by the time Debbie grew up, I wanted them open, so she could walk right through, to whatever future she wanted. Because she deserved to be the person she wanted to be, not just who the world expected her to be.

If she was born a hundred years later, she would be running the world.

This should have been true. Hundred years would have been around our time, and still...

Maybe by 1996, the world would be ready for a female president.