E : Eleanor Roosevelt “Do what you feel in your heart to be right—for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

The woman behind the man and my favorite Political figure, who coincidentally married my favorite President. Eleanor Roosevelt was the whole package.

Born on the 11th of October, 1884 in New York City, as Anna Eleanor. Eleanor was plagued with misfortune throughout her childhood. Her mother and younger brother, Elliot Jr. both died of diphtheria before she was 10 and her beloved Father passed away from consummation when Eleanor was nine. Her surviving brother, Hall would also have trouble with alcohol later in life. Eleanor’s father, Elliot was Theodore Roosevelt’s younger brother. Theodore thought of neice as his own daughter.

Eleanor was painfully shy, insecure and hated public life. At 15 she was sent to London to attend Allenswood. It was there she found an interest in travel and becoming an intellectual. Eleanor would later state that her three years at Allenswood was the happiest of her life.

But then she was forced back to the States by her Grandmother, when she was 17 in order to attend her “coming out” party. An event she dreaded. Around that same year in 1902, she met Franklin (Her Father’s fifth cousin) and the too hit it off right away. She was part of the Oyster Bay Rooselvets and Franklin was a member of Hyde Park. After a whirlwind romance, they became engaged November 22, 1903. Again, Eleanor was faced with family backlash when her future mother-in-law requested they keep the engagement a secret for one year, in hopes that they’d call it off. Eleanor had hoped to find a maternal figure in her MIL, Sara Delano Roosevelt but unfortunately Sara was devoted to Franklin and always saw Eleanor as an outsider.

They were married on March 17th 1905 to accommodate the then sitting President and Eleanor’s beloved Uncle, Theodore. Theodore adored his niece and happily walked her down the aisle.

Before she was married Eleanor devoted her time to volunteer work, but stopped once she married. She had six children, Anna Eleanor, James, Franklin, Elliott, Franklin Delano Jr. and John Aspinwall. Her third child, Franklin did not survive past infancy. During World War I, Eleanor volunteered with the Red Cross and the Navy–Marine Corps Relief Society where she flourished. She felt a real sense of self-worth and against her mother-in-law’s wishes, Eleanor continued after the War had ended.

After Franklin was stricken with polio, many historians believe that Eleanor’s nursing background aided in her husband’s recovery. Especially during the height of his illness, where she probably saved his life.

Before Franklin’s diagnosis, Eleanor had discovered his affair with her social secretary, Lucy Mercer. The entire ordeal was humiliating and quite heartbreaking from a personal level. Franklin’s affair encouraged Eleanor to get out of the house and continued not just volunteer work but she learned how to type and write shorthand. She joined the League of Women Voters, where she made friends with veterans of the suffrage movement. The League would talk a lot about their plans for the future, puzzled Eleanor didn’t want to talk about what they wanted to get done, she wanted action.

Back to Franklin’s affair, this happened around 1918, and 10 years later, in 1928, she would help her husband become Governor of New York, and eventually the 32nd President of the United States. Their intimate relationship was over but Eleanor continued to take care of her husband. By helping him to heal not only his body but his mind, as well. It was Eleanor who encouraged Franklin to go back into Politics. His Mother discouraged him, wanting him to retire from public life completely.
…Imagine if he listened to his mother…

Eleanor may have started life as quietly as possible but as she matured and realized her own strength, Eleanor became a force to be reckoned with.
A fact many great women come to realize in themselves.

Eleanor was a champion of Women’s Rights. In the White House, she held the first Press Conference by a First Lady. This may not seem like a big deal but at her Press Conferences she would invite female journalists. Several being Female-Only Conferences, which forced many news outlets to hire female reporters. Prior to these Press Conferences women journalists were excluded from serious news.

Speaking of reporting, Eleanor wrote her own weekly column from 1935 to 1962, entitled, My Day. She wrote her thoughts about current affairs such as Pearl Harbor and many people consider this to be the closest thing to a diary Eleanor had kept. The only column she missed was the week Franklin passed away.

In 1946, President Harry S. Truman appointed Eleanor United Nations delegate. She focused on Human Rights and created the 1948 charter of liberties, The Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Many people consider this to be her legacy. Truman nicknamed her, “First Lady of the World”.

I think what I love most about Eleanor is that she was a sleeping giant. When I was younger, I was very quiet. I feel like society pushes people to hit the ground running and if you’re not the squeaky wheel then you won’t get oil. While this is true a lot of the time, Eleanor is a prime example that you can achieve great things later in life.
Your confidence will catch up with you.

Thank you for Reading!



Women’s March 2018 – “My BODY My CHOICE My COUNTRY My VOICE.”

Women’s March 2018

I am so proud and grateful of my gender.

To all of the Women [and men] who marched this weekend, I salute you.

I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer but there are too many times when the best intentions go unfulfilled. But to think that so many people wanted to march and actually went to the streets to protest is just nothing less than inspiring.

It’s easy to feel hopeless in today’s world.

I’ve spent most of my life thirsty for female empowerment. I didn’t walk around the playground telling kids that Girls Rule and Boys Drool though I am sure those words did come out of my mouth more than once… No, I just wanted to know why everyone was a Boy. Boys had, Mickey Mouse, Goofy, Donald Duck, Pluto, Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Batman, Superman and Bart Simpson to name a few. Girls had, Minnie Mouse, Wonder Woman, Daisy Duck and Lisa Simpson. (Note Lola Bunny didn’t arrive on the scene until the ’90s.) I’m not saying that I disliked who we had, I just wanted more female characters.

Luke Skywalker was my favorite character because I desperately wanted to be a Jedi and it absolutely killed me that Leia never picked up a lightsaber.

I had to use my imagination a lot as a child, pretending to be Indiana Jones’s daughter, Anna, pretending to be Luke Skywalker’s daughter, Luca, pretending to be James Bond’s daughter, Jessica… my imagination was kinda limited okay.

But now my children will grow up in a world with a female Jedi! Wonder Woman is the favorite member of the Justice League! And Lisa Simpson….is, well, she’s still not a huge fan favorite but my friends and I sure love her!

Don’t get me wrong we still have a looong way to go, but let me say this, when I was a young woman, I felt like feminism was like 3D, something that made a comeback every few decades or so. I hate to say that but doesn’t it feel like we take one step forward only to be dragged three steps back? But now, I feel hopeful. This feels like the masses aren’t giving up anytime soon. And that feels pretty darn good.

Back to my weekend, I found this knitter on Instagram who found this real simple way to knit a P*ssy Hat. Being an extremely experienced scarf and pot holder knitter this was right up my alley. So easy in fact, I was able to finish the hat in a week. Just in time for the Women’s March!

I don’t want to sound like I’m making excuses because it really stinks that we couldn’t march this year. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a march in our town this year. We could’ve drove 3 hours to a bigger city but a germ has been making the rounds on my family until finally all three of us came down with a cough/sorethroat at the same time… hazar.

Click here for a picture of my new hat!

Again, I salute all of my sisters,
May our fires have an eternal flame.

Thank you for Reading.


Women’s March : “From Kensington to Billingsgate One hears the restless cries! From ev’ry corner of the land: ‘Womankind, arise!'”


Yesterdays Women’s March was such an empowering experience. My husband came with me and the two or should I say three of us had a really nice time. Everyone I told about this was worried about the crowds but the entire experience was extremely laid back.

We all met in a park where the organizer of the event was rallying the troops via loud-speaker. There were so many people there from all walks of life, Women, Men, Young, Old, Black, Asian, Latina, White, etc.

We lined up to march and then we were off. We were quiet at first but the  women behind us were apparent pros because they had some chants up their sleeves.

Chants such as:

“Our Bodies Our Rights”

a combination of “‘Love Not Hate’ and ‘Love Trumps Hate'”

“‘What do we want?’ ‘EQUALITY!’ ‘When do we want it?’ ‘NOW!!'”

“America’s Already Great!”

to name a few.

We walked about 3 miles in total and a lot of the march was in beautiful areas of our community we never knew existed. There’s several museums and a beautiful Riverwalk.

I still feel a little bad we weren’t able to march in Washington DC but under the circumstances I feel so fortunate with how events turned out. Overall, this march was just an amazing experience. I was surrounded by a really strong group of women. And the men who joined were just very positive. Everyone was just upbeat and cheerful.

People beeped their horns and cheered as we marched by. There were Police blocking the roads for us and each time we passed we thanked them. We even saw a Trump supporter who was just sitting in his car watching us. A fellow marcher behind me told him we loved him 😛

My favorite part of the March were the Protest signs. A few of my favorites were:

“Respect my Existence or Expect my Resistance.”

“Without Hermione Harry would’ve died in Book 1”

and a few which contained some very specific and very effective imagery.

It poured for a majority of the march and by the end we were drenched but the rain didn’t get us down. We were just happy and content to be part of something much bigger than ourselves for a few hours.

Afterwards as we all went our separate ways. Stan and I grabbed lunch and thought back on the days events:

  • I feel so incredibly fortunate to live in this country where I have the freedom to protest my Rights.
  • I feel so incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by like-minded people who are willing to go out and march on a Saturday.
  • I feel so incredibly fortunate to have a husband who not only supports my rights as a woman but felt compelled to march alongside me.


And after reading stories and seeing pictures from the marches around the world, from the news and my own friends:

  • I am so proud of my friends: I knew people from all across the country who marched. (LA, Chicago, NYC, Florida, Washington, etc.)
  • I am so proud that no one was injured or arrested yesterday.
  • and today, like every day, I am so proud to be a Woman.

May this be just the beginning.

A friend of mine shared this link on Facebook:

10 Actions in 100 Days

Check it out the first Action is no pressure at all!

Tonight, I will leave you with a song my High School used to have us sing on Graduation Day. As you might remember I went to an All Girl’s School. I thought of my sisters yesterday and of singing this song alongside them, for our sisters leaving us that year.

Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be

With God as our father
Sisters all are we
Let me walk with my sisters
In perfect harmony

Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow

To take each moment
And live each moment
In peace eternally
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me.

Thank you for Reading.

.Post Script.

This is an extremely well written response to a Woman who publicly dismissed the March.

In case you misunderstood the signs that were left behind after the rally. Click this link for more information on how people ended their protest by placing their signs outside Trump International Hotel in Washington DC.

Why I March…

Since first learning about the Women’s March on Washington, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to join the cause. A few friends of mine were also interested. But we decided not to attend, due to scheduling but mostly due to my pregnancy. We thought it best to sit this one out, sadly.

But yesterday, by chance I found a second option. A much more low key, closer to home option.

But allow me to clarify that I do not agree with violence or disrupting the peaceful progression of democracy. I agree with sending a message of positivity, love, and progression. I cannot stress this enough, all I want is for Trump to succeed, so that we may succeed. But can’t he succeed with helping each and every American? Can’t he extend the olive branch instead of deepening the divide?

I want him to succeed and prove all the people who have supported him and not supported him wrong.

I really do.

But we must remember that we need to Stay Informed and not be Afraid to Push Back.

And so today I will march.

I march for my Mother and Grandmother, for all my Aunts, my cousins, sisters from High School and each and every one of my friends.

I march for the women and men who have passed before me and cannot stand by my side today.

I march for all women, people of color, immigrants, Muslims, the LGBT community, disabled citizens, and anyone else who may feel threatened.

I march for Peace, open mindedness and togetherness.

I march for my baby. Girl or Boy this march is important for all genders.

Because Feminism is not a Woman’s issue.

My baby will know we will not back down from injustice.

We will not go back because we are marching forward.

God Bless America

Thank you for Reading.