The Voice I Silenced and Finally Set Free at 69
Reclaiming Power After 60
There’s a silence that isn’t peaceful.
It’s not the quiet of a sunrise or a sleeping house.
It’s the kind of silence that swallows you.
And for a long time, I lived there.
Like so many women I know, I made a career out of being palatable.
I was polite when I wanted to protest.
I smiled when I wanted to scream.
And when someone asked what I thought,…