Contributed by Sabita Kanhai Morrison
There is a woman I keep meeting. She is smart. She is capable. She has spent most of her life figuring things out. People count on her. Her family counts on her. Her work counts on her. Her friends count on her. She is the woman who remembers the appointment, answers the email, makes the dinner, gets the project done, and somehow knows where everyone else’s stuff is. You know the type. She probably has 47 tabs open in her brain at any given moment. And yes, she is probably tired. Not necessarily the “I need a good night’s sleep”This content is restricted to site members. If you are an existing user, please log in.