First women at USNA – A Grain of Salt

Those Who Came Before

Published October 5, 2026

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…

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A No-Drop Life

Published September 21, 2026

50 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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LCDR

Published July 27, 2026

50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 29 Not every instructor is well remembered, or was well-suited to instruction at the Naval Academy. This one wasn’t, and he’s stayed with me for reasons that have nothing to do with fondness. Every midshipman, regardless of major, was trained in the math and science required of a shipboard engineer. That’s why, even as a political science major, I took enough of those courses to earn a Bachelor…

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Just keep swimming

Published June 29, 2026

50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 25 Swimming existed at the Naval Academy long before women did. That mattered. When I arrived in the summer of 1977, I already knew the water. Age-group swimming since I was eleven. Two-a-day practices in high school. The rhythm of yards and turns, and the particular silence of being underwater while the world above stayed loud. Of all the spaces at the Naval Academy, the pools were the…

Running Past It

Published June 22, 2026

50 Stories for 50 Years of Women at USNA — Post 24 I grew up at the Naval Academy. Not as a midshipman. As a kid. My father was in the Navy, and on Sunday afternoons, the obstacle course at Hospital Point was a playground. The rope wall. The big wooden structures. My friends and I would swing, hang, and run through them for the pure fun of it. I should have known better than…

Je Ne Comprends Pas Le Wiz

Published May 4, 2026

50 Stories for 50 Years | Post 18 There are class ranks, and then there are rooms that don’t care about them. French class was one of those rooms. At the Naval Academy, class year is everything. It shapes how you walk, where you eat, and how you are addressed. I was a plebe.That word meant something, something loud and specific and constant. It meant you were at the bottom, and the bottom was a…

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Those Who Came Before

A No-Drop Life

LCDR

Just keep swimming

Running Past It

Je Ne Comprends Pas Le Wiz