A DEBT I OWED

ARRIVING IN SENECA FALLS, New York, one weekend in the late 1990s to visit the Women's Rights National Historical Park, I intended only a casual, touristy kind of trip. I didn't expect to be so moved.

I'm just young enough to have enjoyed the benefits of what was so quaintly called "women's lib"—but just old enough to know that the opportunities I had weren't to be taken for granted.

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