For a long time, International Women's Day has been a festival of common ladies doing remarkable things. I'd get a kick out of the chance to change that a tad. This year on March eighth, I will celebrate uncommon ladies doing standard things, since that is the thing that the vast majority of us are. We're not Nobel Prize victors or social equality pioneers. We've never been a Time magazine Person of the Year. We answer telephones. We drive transports. We give influenza shots and speeding tickets and homework. We're understudies. We possess organizations. We are craftsmen and dental practitioners and mothers. We offer ourselves to the customary things that keep our families and groups entirety. We are ladies like Bev, a single parent who is portrayed by her nineteen year old child as "delightful, my legend and extreme as nails." Nineteen year olds are not effortlessly inspired nowadays. Particularly by their moms. We are ladies like Joyce, who delayed her o...