I can’t live, if living is without Ruth*

When I woke up and read that Ruth Bader Ginsberg had died, I went on a five-hour bike ride, because otherwise I would have just stayed in my apartment pacing and chanting, “Oh my God” over and over again. Ruth Bader Ginsberg (RBG) was one of my heroes. One of the first women to graduateContinue reading “I can’t live, if living is without Ruth*”