I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

clothes in the middle of the aisle.

“He’s five months old,” I explained. “He needs to eat.”

She shook her head.

“Unbelievable. First I have to listen to him cry, and now I have to sit beside this.”

Several passengers were openly watching us.

That made everything worse.

I had spent the previous month feeling exposed enough. People whispered around widows.continue reading …