The suffragette whites hung at the foot of the bed. In the jacket pocket, I’d tucked a gold wedding band belonging to one grandmother and a pair of gold earrings from the other — the last Christmas gift she gave me before she died. Both of these women were born before the ratification of the 19th Amendment.
In their lifetime, my grandmothers earned the right to vote. Even so, they didn’t have a chance to see a woman run for president. One probably wouldn’t have marked Hillary’s name. The other — a little blue dot in bright red Texas — would have. I wanted them both with me on election day 2016. Continue reading “This New Day”