But as I’ve read the #MeToo accounts, memories have come to me. The owner of the gourmet Italian grocery store was older than my father, his daughter my age, sixteen. There was a narrow place in the back of the store, a small aisle with a coffeepot and mini-fridge. How does a girl learn not to tell her divorced mother, who might get even more depressed? At the grocery store, sometimes I did bagging.

Source: Huffington Post December 10, 2017 23:26 UTC