I began to write this article in my head as I bounced around the back seat of a car careening down Commonwealth Avenue during rush hour.
“What’s that woman’s problem?” scoffed the young man behind the wheel as I held on for dear life. “Sheesh, learn to drive, lady!” he hollered out the window as our car lurched around the lane.
I had just finished my own one-hour driving lesson (yes, I’m 29 [...Read More!]
