Women. The walking wounded of 2020 are limping, battered and bruised, towards the new year with mixed emotions. Shellshocked, we’ve learned to no longer tempt fate and question if things could get any worse. Simultaneously, our rote understanding of the turning of each calendar year fills us with hope. So we trudge forward, cringing in anticipation of the next blow, trying to remember what it felt like to make plans beyond the end of day. It is at this time of year that we also …
