“Once upon a time there was a dream, a dream of women
turning the world all over and it still lives-
it lives for those who would be sisters.
it lives for those who need a sister” – Pat Parker
Fish Without a Bicycle is named after the needlepoint that hung in your kitchen.
Thank you for being formidable and never pretending not to be.
Thank you for teaching me how to drive, how to cook and to look people in the eye when speaking to them. Thank you for keeping the news on in some form and impressing upon me the importance of voting and being attune to the social and political events of my lifetime.
Thank you for encouraging me to go to film school and sending me to San Francisco with enough dry goods to last me through my first semester.
Thank you for never scoffing at me when I told you how much I yearned to enter the priesthood – even though you were very suspicious of all religion. Thank you for clipping articles out of the newspaper about women who had been ordained.
You resisted seeing yourself as feminist, but you raised up a girl who could unapologetically claim feminism as an identity. Thank you.
With Love and Eternal Gratitude,
Sara St. Martin Lynne