<p>The country is at war. Your boyfriend is about to be taken for the draft. Sent far away to an unknown country Vietnam. The government is heedless of protest.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>I am seventeen years old. Newly arrived at smart <strong>Wellesley College</strong>.&nbsp;&nbsp;It is 1966&nbsp;&nbsp;the eve of a convulsive time.&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Hillary Clinton </strong>lives across the hall.&nbsp;&nbsp;Henry Kissinger and John Kenneth Galbraith are teaching at nearby Harvard. I am in a crucible of clever young women demure conservative and gently-reared; a tiny and elite minority of girls.&nbsp;&nbsp;Back then a mere 7.4% of women went to university. <strong>We are coming of age in a place where birth control for single women is illegal.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>This is the story of how the Vietnam war racial strife and the birth of women's liberation fundamentally changed our lives</strong> leading us to grow into very different women than the ones we were expected to become.</p><p></p><p></p><p>During the pandemic I worked with three close friends to record this story sharing letters diaries and memories.&nbsp;The result is vivid detailed and true. now is the time for all good men to</p>