I was working on a project with a big magazine. We had a call with one of the writers, and I called from my hospital room. I had not told anyone that I was sick, or more importantly, that I was in the hospital. I am on the call with the writer and the head of the practice, and the phone disconnects.
Camille's life is the life shared by a generation of women who are now in their late 60s. They were stay-at-home moms who missed the women's movement by a few years but rejoiced in the doors that it opened for their daughters. They drove carpools, kept house, had dinner ready on the table when the breadwinner came home, and were the glue that silently kept the family together.