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The Oldest Woman in the Room: A Feminist Life Lesson from my Mother

shapiro-7-cropBack in the Stone Age of the early 1980s when people still relied on landlines, I was a latchkey kid who often answered the phone for my parents before they got home from work. A six p.m. call was always for my people-person workaholic mom—never for my dad, a workaholic in the computer field with the social grace of Attila the Hun.

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