I Became a Feminist at 3 AM
Those long, lonely nights with my baby were my first clue
There is something about 3 a.m. It’s the loneliest hour of the night — after last call but before even the earliest risers stumble out of bed. The streets are empty and quiet, the sky thick and black.
Nine years ago, after having my first baby, I became intimately acquainted with every hour of…