The Female Stoic – Meditations on life, purpose, trauma, growth

Meditations on life, purpose, trauma, growth

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I was born poor – into working class, freshly post-Perestroika Russia. My mum worked us up into “middle class” – which meant, in our home town, being forced at work into blackmail and “deals” requiring attachés armed with machine guns accompanying any major business deal. One critical nadir was her entire local newspaper editorial board – that she was working at part-time – being wiped out in a drive-by shooting. I had a gun being held to my h