Women’s History Month
She walks where echoes still remain,
soft footprints pressed in stone and flame.
A voice once hushed, now rising strong,
a chorus built from silent songs.
The ink of history fades too fast,
but she is more than just the past.
She is the present, bold and bright,
the hands that shape the coming light.
Not just a name, not just a tale,
not just a face behind a veil—
she is the fire, the storm, the sea,
the force that bends what’s meant to be.
So speak her story, say it loud,
let every name be strong and proud.
Not one month, nor just one page—
but every breath, every age.
Things may come together this evening. Jeannie joined me to enjoy krissi on Valentines Day, anticipating she'd participate in corporal…