The Push and Pull of Patriarchy
Girls Are Not Worthy
In the 1980s, field hockey was my life. I treasured everything about the game. The smell of wet earth and damp grass on my cleats. The lingering scent of Linseed oil on my stick. The comradery of teammates bonding.

I enjoyed the rigor of training. Exhausting my body and feeling satisfaction of goals achieved. The fun we had. How hard we worked. Perfecting my…