1 April 2019
Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and sometimes Lucretia Mott get all the suffragette love. But we had a Chicago woman who was just as invested in the future of women in America.
Myra Bradwell was the first woman admitted to the Illinois bar, founder and publisher of the Chicago Legal News, largely responsible for Mary Lincoln’s release from Bellevue Place and a suffragette.
She’s buried here in Chicago at Rosehill Cemetery. Last weekend, I left her a little token to thank her for all her work.
Every woman must remember we’ve been allowed to do this for less than 100 years. People lose rights all the time. We must be vigilant and use it or we could lose it. OWM fear us, and they should.
31 March 2019
My daughter passed away early this month.
A dear friend remarked “the lion ate the lamb and then stayed.” For me, the lion ate my lamb and then stayed. Every winter that lion tried to get her. She was so close again this year.
Grief is a unique and deeply personal experience. I have been writing in a journal and will share as I transcribe my horrible handwriting. I will lurch forward and back; I expect this will, too.
Continue reading “A Transformative Month”
The MaryAnn docked at the Chicago Ave. bridge.
It’s still a working river here!
When this arrived in my Facebook feed late last year, I am sure I did not feel the warm fuzzy feeling that FB had intended me to feel.
I was rather horrified. 10 years? I had really been using Facebook for 10 years?
I started to think about the clicks and the time. How many? How much? I can’t imagine. Each click a drop in the bucket of the Facebook flood. Even the clicks to hide an ad enriched their “engagement numbers.” In a small, but very real way, I was part of the problem.
That, and many people use FB as a blog anyway. Who hasn’t see a 1,000 word post and said “TLDR” to themselves? Or you have that one friend who has denigrated into a ranty old person.
Continue reading “10 Years? Really?”
Chicago Mobster History, on a quiet Chicago street.
Living up to its name, don’t you think?
I hadn’t made a snowman in decades! It’s important to set small goals; ones that you can realistically reach!
That time my chicken cutlet looked like both the state of Illinois AND
Abraham Lincoln in a headdress.
I feel so bad for the Healy portrait. What it has witnessed is a crime.
Those that know this Lincoln portrait know exactly where Mr. Lincoln’s boot is!