Puerto Rico’s citizens want their status to be one of three things - independent of the U.S.A., the 51st state, or for it to remain as it is - a free associated state, and/or commonwealth of the U.S.A.
In eight days, Scotland will vote for its independence from England. This is a big deal and the world is watching. I’m watching and waiting to see what will happen to the impressive country that spawns a wonderful alcoholic beverage, great minds, beautiful scenery, and awesome (different word than awesome, can be more elegant) accents. But I have an ulterior motive. I’m taking notes while thinking of what will happen to the American colony that my parents hail from - Puerto Rico.
Puerto Rico’s citizens want their status to be one of three things - independent of the U.S.A., the 51st state, or for it to remain as it is - a free associated state, and/or commonwealth of the U.S.A.
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Depending on where you are from, the word “Lady” has a certain connotation. I grew up in the late seventies/early eighties in a family that moved a lot. To me, “Lady” was a Kenny Rogers song, a room where women went to use the facilities, and the name my aunt had given to her dog. In some parts of the American South (and the North, too) being a Lady means that a woman carries herself in a way that does not bring shame to herself or others. In the United Kingdom, a Lady could actually be the female equivalent to a titled gentleman, or a Lord. However, I think that it is widely accepted that Lady is a term of respect for a woman. Usually. But something’s happened over the past 50 or so years; somewhere along the way, it became uncool to be ladylike. Maybe it was sometime during the opening of warships and other combat roles for women in the 1990s, the Title IX passage in the 1970s, or even the womens’ rights movement that commenced during the late 19th century. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t bemoan those wonderful movements, as I have benefited from them directly. As a single, divorced mother, my mom was able to buy a house under her name (thank you, Homestead Act of 1862 and Equal Credit Opportunity Act of 1974). In the mid-1990s, I was allowed the privilege to join the U.S. Navy; during that time, I was able to be part of the first generation of women who were allowed to serve on warships (in 1997 I had the privilege to meet the first enlisted woman who had served on an actual warship - I wish I remembered her name!) |
AuthorCyndia is a writer based out of San Diego, whose past experiences include six years in the Navy (full of lovely sea-sickness), many adventures working in customer service, and being happily dragged across the country while her husband finishes his own career in the military. When not writing essays, articles, women's fiction/suspense novels, or paranormal novellas, Cyndia can be found reading, cooking, hiking, homeschooling her son, watching HGTV, or unapologetically wasting time on Pinterest and other social media outlets. You can keep up with her musings here or on Facebook. Archives
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