I think about my grandmothers and my great-grandmothers on a daily basis. I have an altar set up in my living room with pictures of all of them (maybe someday I will post a picture of it). I think about how they were not able to lead the lives they wanted to lead, how their hopes and dreams weren’t taken into account. They were expected to bear and raise children and not do anything for themselves. And then I think about how I am able to live my life today — full of hopes and dreams and adventures and aspirations. And I think about how they would feel if they could see me right now, today. And I feel closer to them than ever.