Confessions of a Silent Woman

It’s the stories we don’t tell that echo the loudest

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My Uber driver pulls up to my house, and I scramble to grab my belongings and head out the door. I am dressed in a loose t-shirt and jeans, so scrambling is easy.

I wouldn’t usually mention what I am wearing, but when any woman tells one of these stories, someone inevitably wonders, “What was she…