March Matron

Part One: Matron

Practicing parenting skill. My younger sister survived.

Being the oldest of six children, 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 some sweet homemade, plaid, poly slacks.

and a less than fabulous sense of fashion . . .

Fairy Princess apparel, benevolence, and life skills.

Semi-improved Familial Skills

In addition, career pathways of either Supermodel or Olympic Athlete Spokesperson did not appear likely . . .

Catwalk Ready!

so I meandered into matronly employment as a medical social worker and hospice case manager.

A no-nonsense, getting business done, matronly hair cut.

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

Documentation of my early affinity for matronly apparel.

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

My mom, bringing her granddaughter to a protest at the State Capital.  Both sturdily shod and getting business done.

Part Two: March

My oldest kid was born in March . . .

Montana, my oldest.

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 held by her grandfather.

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

Montana

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

Sierra, my middle.

after attending medical school interviews with me, while in utero, and covered by a dark green, poly pantsuit with oversized gold buttons. (It was the 90's.)

Sierra

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

Savannah, my youngest.

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 am offering an eclectic collection of illustrated commentary on 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. 

A proponent of matronly wisdom and a combatant of hooligans and foolishness.

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