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“From the baking aisle to the post office line to the wrapping paper bin in the attic, women populate every dark corner of Christmas. Who got up at 4 a.m. to put the ham in the oven? A woman. . . . Who sent the Christmas card describing her eighteen-year-old son's incarceration as 'a short break before college?' A woman. Who remembered to include batteries at the bottom of each stocking? A woman. And who gets credit for pulling it all off? Santa.That's right. A man.”

Quote by Rachel Held Evans

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Rachel Held Evans
Rachel Held Evans

Rachel Held Evans, born on June 8, 1981, is a well-known American columnist. Her work focuses on issues such as religion, gender, and social justice, and she has gained a wide readership with her insightful and accessible writing style. more

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