Great Regulars: In the nightmare? I walked along the edge

of a cliff, last in line behind father, mother and brother, until I declared that I wanted to be the leader. Soon after taking up this position, I turned back to find them all gone; then, I looked down to a bus zooming along the highway at the base of the cliff, my mother's arm waving goodbye out the window. It's a remarkable little sexist fable, crystallizing all that I had absorbed about a girl's proper place. [--Susan Holbrook]

from Judith Fitzgerald: The Globe and Mail: In Other Words: Susan Holbrook: POETSMART™

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