Ruth talks about her anger, but she won't say anger. It's frustration, she tells me, with the million demands at work and home, with no one helping out. Her kids sit in front of TV. Her husband walks past the mountain of laundry. Each night she must get food on the table, clean up, get homework done and bathe the children. How come no one else sees the unmade beds or the stacks of things on the staircase waiting to go up? more...
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