My Least Favorite Question
Many years ago, I was working in my backyard when I struck up a conversation with a then-neighbor.
This woman had several children who, at the time, were teenagers or nearly teenagers. I didn’t know her that well, other than to say hello. The family rarely came out of the house, so we didn’t have many opportunities to chat. The few times we did manage to talk, however, she always wanted to talk about my uterus: Mainly, why it hadn’t managed to produce any children yet.
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