My granddaughter’s third grade class hosted a wonderful event yesterday afternoon. Each student researched a Massachusetts person of interest. Cora’s was Deborah Sampson – a Massachusetts woman who fought in the Revolutionary War.

I kneeled, quietly thrilled, hearing my grandchild school me on the trials and triumphs of Deborah Sampson. For instance, she got shot in the thigh and removed the bullet herself. Don’t try that at home! Cora’s affinity and respect for Ms. Sampson’s spirit, agency and principles surged out as she spoke animatedly of her subject.

I felt especially heartened to hear her force of disbelief that women weren’t allowed be soldiers if they were so moved. 

We are moving folks. May feel slower than turtles at times – but we are moving.