“Career wasn't a thing I'd been encouraged to consider with specificity, but I wanted one. I knew I was ambitious. I knew I liked to write. I knew I loved to read and critically engage with books. I knew I craved authentic, meaningful conversations and connections, had a knack for listening, and a capacity for empathy. I knew I wanted to contribute to the world, help others, and maybe even go to that elusive thing called grad school. All of this, at the time, seemed impossible to negotiate with a husband.”