I looked up and saw that look of disappointment.
My 8-year-old self was staring into the face of my father. I had badgered him for weeks to let me cut the grass to earn the same allowance my older brother got for the same chore. My early activism in equal pay for equal work.
His look communicated that I had not met his expectations. He sat me down and gave me — the talk. The talk about how the quality of…
