My Mom- The woman who taught me to have a voice.

One of my earliest memories of my mom was her work with the League of Women Voters. I remember going to this little brown office, it smelled like coffee and envelope glue and highly educated passionate women with pencils stuck in their hair, and like my mom at that time, taking time from their careers to raise their children. In my memory, actually, everything is kinda brown. Brown shirts, brown checked skirts, brown loafers… well it was the 80’s and I’m guessing that was the “mom” style of the time. Aunties can you help me out with this? I know some of you were there, that’s how you became my Auntie after all. LOL.

I always thought of the League of Women Voters as some super secret power club for women. I mean I know it is, but also my cute imagination had them all raise their hands up and activate power rings. For those of you who don’t know who the League of Women Voters are, I’ll save you the Google. They’ve been around since the 1920’s and is a “nonpartisan, grassroots organization working to protect and expand voting rights and ensure everyone is represented in our democracy.”

From my mom’s modeling of working towards equality, along with her epic “perfectly loud” friends, and their daughters, my voice was born.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

I love and miss you every single day.

June 1947 – December 2017