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

okay, Mom,” she assured me when she saw my face. “I can still see you.”

I kissed her forehead and settled into my aisle seat with Owen against my chest.

The woman beside me looked unhappy before I had even finished fastening my seat belt.

She appeared to be in her late fifties, dressed in a neat beige jacket with a silk scarf tied around her neck. Her continue reading …