Okay, so, belatedly, in the spirit of Women's History Month, I'm noting the existence of a woman I'd never ever heard of until just a few minutes ago. She might be turning 98 years old this very day, but I doubt it. Get a load of her story - the rest of it only she knows.
"My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together — with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money."
Barbara Newhall Follett, June 1930
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Women's History Month No. 1
I'd be willing to bet it's pretty sad & rotten, but I hope I'm wrong.