There is something pretty special about being proud of your mom. While we were very
different, we had a very close relationship. One of the many things I admired about my mom
we her ability to remain calm, even when it may have felt her world was collapsing around her.
I am the youngest of four girls, don’t need to say much more about that. When I was an infant
my mom had to take her PhD oral exam with me in a backpack, I remember asking her about it
and response was “you were fidgety, but clearly it worked out”. You see, my mom simply did
not complain. If there was an obstacle in her way she would quietly and steadfastly work
My parents divorced when I was very young. Knowing she needed to support her four kids she
took a position in history department of California State University Chico. Growing up outside of
Boston this was quite a departure for her and for all of us. No one was happy about this move.
She started her job as a professor of History, one of few female professors. Meanwhile her four
daughters were falling apart around her. She held it together eventually becoming chair of the
I think so often of how she would feel about the past few years. There is a part of me that is
happy that she has not had to endure them. One of my mom’s biggest regrets was that she not
partake in the march from Selma to Montgomery, with babies that she was responsible for she
simply could not. And part of me knows that if she was here she would have had her chance to
>>>>about not being able to march and she would be pleased with the work so many are doing.
Equity, diversity and inclusion were …..for her.
She raised four competent, independent, intelligent, compassionate women and I know she is
proud of us.
I miss her…every day.