Things Fall Apart And Come Together

  Caveat. Other people's stories can be much worse than mine. My material circumstances are good, I'm articulate and advantaged. I write this in a large, comfortable, warm house which I own outright. I am financially very comfortable. I am white, cisgender, and was born into privilege. I grew up in a comfortable (if single-parent) household, had many educational opportunities, have the gift of the gab, have so far and have always had relatively good health and sound mind, and I have lived in three of the wealthiest countries in the world two of which have universal health care. All of this makes me very lucky. Bear with me though, because in spite of all the above, I have put up with some shit. It’s nothing compared to the shit millions of others, particularly women, have to put up with, but shit is shit whichever way you look at it.   Peace and Quiet in Satan's Kingdom, Massachusetts ***...