Women’s History Month–Jeanne Manford (1920-2012)

Jeanne Manford (nee Sobelson) was born in 1920 in Flushing Queens. Jeanne had three children, including son Morty, a gay activist. In April 1972, Jeanne and her husband received word that Morty was in the hospital after being beaten and stomped as he was being led out of a political dinner where he had been…

The Everyday Activist

In a musty, dusty corner of my brain, there resides a card catalog full of bold names and deeds. Those names and deeds are cross-reference with my own subjectivity and experiences. When I need to, I do a mental flip through until I get what I’m looking for. When I hear a word like activist,…

How Lucky We Are To Be Alive Right Now

Here we are, the ass-end of another year. I sat down yesterday to write about Salome and her veils. Then I re-read 2016’s year-end post. Apparently I had the same idea last year. Always ahead of myself, it would seem. And forever forgetting it. I expected I would endeth the year in much the same…

It’s My March and I’ll Wear Pink If I Want To

I just read an op-ed about pink pussy-eared hats. You see, after the election, a few knitters suggested a show of solidarity for those marching in the Women’s March in Washington D.C.  It is a little yarn nod to the now famous line about a different kind of pussy. The author’s opinion was they were silly. Before…