50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 39 Debbie, my USNA roommate, had moved back to Annapolis. That fact alone set something in motion. We fell into a rhythm of lunch every couple of weeks, the kind that stretches past two hours without noticing. We were also approaching the 50th anniversary of women at the service academies, which had a way of pulling the past into the present conversation whether you invited it or not.…
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50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 38 I was an ignorant, self-important mid. I can say that now, almost fifty years later. I thought our burden as early women at the Academy was the heaviest one anyone had carried. I was a teenager. Teenagers think that. The law changed in 1975. Women could enter the Naval Academy in 1976. The Academy knew what that meant, and it began stationing naval officers with strong records…
2 Comments50 Stories for 50 Years — Post 36 “It’s a class ride, not a race. We won’t drop you or leave you behind.” A classmate said that to me five years ago, before my first reunion bike ride. I wasn’t a cyclist. My 40th reunion was approaching, and Tony had organized a class ride. I asked my personal trainer, a young woman I had once coached who had become an athletic trainer herself, whether biking might…
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