March the 8th

“The battle for the individual rights of women is one of long standing

and none of us should countenance anything which undermines it.”

– Eleanor Roosevelt

Last year at this time, I never really would have described myself with the ‘feminist’ label. And two years ago, when I celebrated International Women’s Day with my sister in labor in the hospital (a fitting celebratory activity for women’s day!), it was the first time that I ‘celebrated’ or even recognized the existence of International Women’s Day at all.

Now, in the past, it wasn’t necessarily that women’s rights weren’t important to me, but at the same time, I wouldn’t have called myself a feminist. However, as my stumbling across a 12^th grade research paper on the Wage Pay Gap and a freshman-year paper on the importance of female leadership this past week would seem to indicate, I have been either a mildly subdued or completely closeted feminist for a long time.

During the past few months in Berlin, I have had more conversations about feminism than I had even during my college years living with Miriam Wood and Katie Kraft (Yes, the Rosie the Riveter poster is here for you two!). However, those past conversations helped to feed the seed that has finally broken soil and surfaced as I finally claim my own feminist identity.

It is for this reason that International Women’s Day this year cannot pass without a blog post dedicated to the topic (even if it comes a day late!). And this year, International Women’s Day has another added sense of

importance. On Wednesday, I received an email from my mother that one of my favorite great aunts had passed away. When I was little, I didn’t really know who Aunt Ann was. We saw her when we went to church with Grandma on Easter and otherwise received occasional cards from her – sometimes on our birthdays, but always at Christmas. In writing our Christmas ‘Thank You’ Notes, Aunt Ann always received the longest, most-detailed note – not only because we saw her less frequently, but because she placed such great value in reading about what we were up to in our lives.

When we began frequenting Ellwood City more often during my years in middle and high school as my grandmother got older, as we visited her more often, as we helped her move out of and sell her house, and as we returned for her funeral, I began to gain a more wholistic sense of who, exactly, Aunt Ann was and gained a renewed respect for her, her strength, her manner of speech, her interest in the world and in my sisters and me, and her compassion that drove her to volunteer and to stay active within her community. After my grandmother’s death and during my years at university, I seldom made the trek to Ellwood City, but regularly corresponded with Aunt Ann and shared the details of my studies, my service and my travels. During my time in Turkey and Germany during the past few years, we continued to write letters and I diligently responded to her notecards, knowing that writing back meant so much.

This past summer, I had two week’s time to visit my friends in DC, attend a conference, get my medical clearance and pack my bags for my return to Germany. However, I had this nagging feeling that I needed to somehow stop in Ellwood City and visit my mother’s cousins, my great Aunt Gladys, and Aunt Ann. This time, I listened to that nagging feeling - you know, that gut feeling you get, when you know you need to do something, but you don’t know why?

Now I know why we drove three hours out of our way that Sunday afternoon to visit Aunt Ann. And I am immensely thankful that I had the opportunity to see this woman, strong in her faith, her love of life, and her thirst for examining the world with a lens of justice, one last time.

Might we remember and thank the strong female role models like Anna K. Worrell in our lives, celebrate the work of current female leaders around the world, and continue to work that all women might be treated with justice, equality, and respect and granted the same freedoms and rights that all people deserve. Happy International Women’s Day.

“A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”

- Eleanor Roosevelt

Operation: Tampa

For those of you involved in United Methodist circles, you likely know that this year at the end of April, United Methodists from around the world will meet together in Tampa, Florida to discuss, debate and determine the legislation of the United Methodist Church.

Thanks to the support of the fantastic Dumbarton United Methodist Church and the initiative of the Methodist Federation for Social Action, I will be lucky enough to be there in Tampa as all of this unfolds! As part of the Common Witness Coalition, I will spend two weeks in Florida assisting in monitoring legislation for Church and Society I, the committee reviewing issues of migration, nuclear weapons, environmental justice, Israel and Palestine, and political relationships with China and Cuba, just to name a few (It is refreshing to have all those years of studying International Relations being utilized!).

Now, I will not be there alone in my work; instead, there will by MANY people there helping to monitor and pass the legislation that will shape the future of the church - which is why being there will be so important.

Volunteers like myself and the delegates alike are busy preparing for the conference. In reflection on all of the preparation that one needs for such a conference, my good friend, Rachel Birkhahn-Rommelfanger, has begun a blog to reflect "the story of people who struggle to prepare for that challenging event [General Conference], one piece of legislation at a time."

Here is my most recent post reflecting on this competitive 'game':

Metho-Decathlon: Conference Calls, Team 'Practice' and Our Friend, ...: The United Methodist Church introduced me to the joy of conference calls. Initially it was my teammate and co-competitor, Rachel „str...