Chicago Tribune
I'm a housewife, and that's why I'm raising my daughters to be feminists
I would not choose this life of far-flung domestic servitude. But I did choose to marry him. I do, I said. And I'm not one to break promises. So I'm here, in a remote corner of Africa, as an obediently trailing spouse. Oh, don't get me wrong, I rail against it, and I flail about trying to draw some sort of more substantial self from the dust.