Britain’s first female Prime Minister, Baroness Thatcher, passed today at the age of 87. She lead her party to three election wins and served twelve years as Prime Minister before handing the reigns over to her successor.
She was fierce.
A principled and intelligent Lady, Margaret Thatcher became Britain’s first female Prime Minister. Her extraordinary leadership skill set, not whom she married, made her the best person for this position. As Prime Minister, she spearheaded necessary and fair changes to spearhead a revival of Britain, while breaking political glass ceilings for women worldwide.
Her keen intelligence rocked the macho status quo in Parliament; she rose to the occasion, but always remained a Lady.
This woman was no #Julia. She was the real deal – a strong, intelligent, capable, heroic woman – a role model for empowered feminists like myself.
I never had the fortune to meet Margaret Thatcher. My good blogging buddy, Mike Miller, created an extraordinary post remembering Margaret Thatcher entitled Iron Lady for the Ages. He shares his memories of time when adults occupied positions of power.
Rest in peace, Margaret Thatcher. You will be missed.
It is with a heavy heart that I announce the sudden passing of my little Pomeranian named Tiny. Her journey here on earth ended around 10 this morning, in her bed with those she loved near. He passing was quick and painless – one moment she was standing, the next, she shook free from the surly bond of life and went running into eternity.
In a few days, Tiny would have reached her 15th birthday. A great age for a little dog. In August, Xrays revealed an enlarged heart and liver along with a twist in her esophagus. It was soon after that her health started to decline rapidly and changes in her baseline personality became more apparent. She was my constant shadow over the years. However, last night she stopped following me simply sitting motionless in the living room staring at nothing in particular; she did not react when I called her name or touched her. I knew then her time was short yet was not prepared for how little time was left.
My thoughts are with the families and the children of Sandy Hook Elementary School.
I’m at a point where I can’t find words to adequately express this bone deep evil act of violence. All I can offer is a quote from an article written by Matt Chambers were he asks where is God when 20 children die.
Yet, here we are…asking…begging for answers, and somehow still know that the answers we’re begging for probably won’t ever come. Besides, even if someone was able to provide an explanation of some sort, would it really help? I’m convinced explanations don’t magically end grief, or bring back people we love who have been taken away far earlier than we ever would have imagined.
At this point, I’ve no glib answer just an awful knot in my stomach tonight.
12 killed and 58 injured in a brutal surprise attack on moviegoers attending a midnight screening of The Dark Knight Rises. The assailant, 24 year old James Holmes disguised himself as ‘the Joker’, a mortal enemy of Batman in the comic series before using tear gas to stun and disorient moviegoers before opening fire on them. In addition, authorities were notified by the assailant that his apartment was rigged with explosives. What horror this man was planning.
I cannot wrap my mind around the despicable actions of this broken young man. By what process did he lose his humanity? As I write this post, I’m not certain I want to know his why; as if there can be acceptable reason for the bloody execution of innocents.
My heart and thoughts are with the families of the victims and all those who were in the theater. Words seem such inadequate comfort for this senseless tragedy.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
On September 11, 2009 the participants of Project 2,996 will join in a massive blogburst. With enough participants I hope we can flood the blogosphere and the internet with the names faces and stories of the 2,996 people who were murdered for doing nothing more than living their daily lives.
Click HERE to learn more about the 2996 project and how you can participate.