My Mother's Generation

 I woke up in the 1960s in woman’s body! It was the age of the Patriarch, and I knew I was not only a woman, but a woman of my mother’s generation, the kind of woman who has to be subservient to her husband, bringing him coffee in the morning and kisses way late at night… and babies… and somehow… mmmm… it feels right to be here in the past in this curvy body…