When I was growing up, I lived in a house of three generations of women. There was my nanna, my mum, my sister and I. And my dad. We women were the majority. I never heard my dad complain about … Continue reading
When I was growing up, I lived in a house of three generations of women. There was my nanna, my mum, my sister and I. And my dad. We women were the majority. I never heard my dad complain about … Continue reading