Soup

[rannilt]

Two minutes ago I was standing in my kitchen, with its freshly polished sink, over a cheekily bubbling orange pot of tomato and chicken and vegetable, with the second long-handled wooden spoon in my hand. I was stirring. I was feeling the heat of the slanting afternoon sun and the steam from my brew. I was thinking about my mother, and how a pot of

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[bep_]

which is why I get pissed off at feminists who declare that house"work" binds women to the home and destroys their creative engergy and sexual drive.