About Matrons and Marches

How the March Matron moniker became an inevitability . . .

Part One: Matron

Practicing parenting skill. 
My younger sister survived.

Being the oldest of 6, with limited maternal skills . . .

My mom, 
heading out to the gay pride parade. 

along with an inherited outrage at global injustices, corporate bullying, and jaw-dropping stupidity . . .

Modeling homemade, 
plaid, poly slacks.

and a less than fabulous sense of fashion . . .

Fairy Princess Benevolence Skills

it became apparent that "Fairy Princess" . . . 

Fairy Princess Dancing Skills

my first choice in feminized destinations of adulthood . . . 

Fairy Princess Sister Skills

was not a viable option.

Catwalk ready

In addition, career pathways of either Supermodel or Olympic Athlete Spokesperson did not appear likely so I meandered into matronly employment as a medical social worker and hospice case manager.

Modeling no-nonsense,
getting business done,
 matronly hair cut

Following years of circumventing heath care foolishness, political chicanery, home owners association terrorism and eternal family court entanglements . . .

Documentation of my early affinity 
for matronly apparel.

I'm firmly entrenched in the ranks of staunch, sturdily-shod, placard-waving, matrons.

My mom, 
bringing her granddaughter 
to a protest. 

Part Two: March

My oldest offspring was born in March . . .

Montana - my oldest kid 

at a time when I was taking pre-med classes and sitting in stadium type seating with the little fold over half desks that in no way accommodated pregnancy . . . 

Montana

and which necessitated pumping breast milk during the medical school aptitude exam lunch break.

Montana

My second kid was born a year later in March . . .

Sierra - my middle kid

after attending medical school interviews with me, while in utero. 

Sierra

My youngest was born four years later, also in March . . .

Savannah - my youngest kid

following a very difficult decision to leave medical school so my girls would see at least one parent during daylight. 

Savannah

March is obviously a month I have great affection for.

Montana, Savannah, Sierra

Part Three: March Matron

Searching for aptitude options 
post Fairy Princess disillusionment. 

In an attempt to retain some level of cognitive ability while expressing righteous indignation . . .

Concluding my aptitude fell into the matronly realm.  

I'm offering an eclectic collection of illustrated commentary in politics, religion, academics, history and other social constructs.

My mom,
protesting at the State Capital. 

If nothing else, sending commentary into the online ether prevents me from being arrested while mounting a campaign of protest . . .

Photo of my March babies 
not having to visit me in jail.

and alleviates my daughters from having to post my bail. 


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