The first feminist

As I attended a session yesterday on feminism and surmounting abuse, I kept thinking of mom. Everyday that I go out and try to reclaim a bit of space for me, enter an uncharted territory where I am not welcome or speak up about women’s rights, I am following in her giant footsteps.

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Beyond all measure

In life, too, she lived beyond measure. She laughed liberally, took deep breaths, swayed wholeheartedly to the winds of life, without any of reticence that others showed.