Yesterday, I wore pearls . . .
. . . honoring Ruth Badder Ginsburg, my
shero. Obviously, this all started with her
and initially I was devastated that I didn't
own any pearls. Just not a pearl kind of
gal. Then I recalled a sweet little jewelry
box my grandmother gifted me from her
youth. YES! It contained a short strand
of pearls. I like to wonder if they're real
and then I remember the time frame . . .
WWI . . . not bloody likely!
Wearing those precious pearls, I began
thinking about the women in my own
family tree. My mother was very much
a modern woman, straight forward, knew
her own mind. She hailed from the WWII
era. My grandmother Elsie, with witch
like canny, was no one to be messing with.
My cousin Cathy knows her own mind,
is very comfortable with her personhood
and takes care of business. Our aunt Vera
was an amazingly strong woman, fearless
in offering up her opinion. And, my girl
bests us all! I want to be just like her when
I grow up!
I pray I am worthy of such women!
longing for the strength
woman stand up be counted
making the attempt
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