All around us, there is a strain of poison killing women and children. Daily. It’s in our offices, in the church down the street, and on the street, it is possibly even in your home. Photo by Christian Sterk on Unsplash As a boy around seven years old, my father told me my voice was too high. He told me it was time for me to start acting like a man and that I needed to do whatever it took to talk deeper. So, I associated speaking in a gravely voice with being a man.
