I come from a family of working women. My grandmother was a journalist for nearly 60 years, serving as editor of the iconic Hollywood tabloid, Photoplay magazine during my childhood (that's my grandmother toiling at her Photoplay desk in the photo below). My mother was a newspaper reporter and editor, a wire service bureau chief, and currently serves as the PR flack for a major government agency. So I always expected that I would work. But even with the feminist upbringing I received, I must have somehow always held the thought in the back of my mind that the ultimate responsibility for keeping the wolf from the door would belong to someone else, not me. This wasn't ever really a conscious assumption. In fact, had you asked, I would have denied it. I actually only realized I held this view after life finally put me in charge of keeping an entire family fed and clothed and housed
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