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Continue reading →: Between Dawn and DominionSt. Petersburg – 9th July 1762 The morning light filtered through the tall windows of my private chambers, casting familiar shadows across the Persian carpet that had become my sanctuary within these treacherous palace walls. I pressed my fingers against the cool surface of my writing desk, feeling the grain…
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Continue reading →: To Him in Louisiana, 191515th October, 1915Denver, Colorado My Dearest Charles, How my heart trembles as I take up my pen to write these words, knowing full well the pain they may cause you, yet knowing too that they must be written. The autumn leaves outside my window have turned the colour of burnished…
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The Mother of the Internet You’ve Never Heard Of (But Should Have)
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Continue reading →: The Mother of the Internet You’ve Never Heard Of (But Should Have)Radia Perlman, the overlooked ‘Mother of the Internet,’ invented the Spanning Tree Protocol in 1985, transforming isolated networks into the scalable infrastructure that enables today’s digital world. Despite her truly foundational contributions to networking, systemic discrimination in computing meant her brilliant innovations were consistently overshadowed by male contemporaries for decades.
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Continue reading →: Seeds of JulyPennsylvania State House, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania – 8th July 1776 Part I: The Seamstress’s Thread The Liberty Bell’s bronze voice rang out across Philadelphia’s cobblestone streets, each toll reverberating through Rebecca Walsh’s chest like a drumbeat of destiny. She pressed her calloused fingers against the worn fabric of her bodice, feeling her heart answer…
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Continue reading →: To Her in Minnesota, 191415th September, 1914San Francisco, California My Dearest, Most Beloved Margaret, How my trembling hand hesitates upon this page, for I fear that no words in the English tongue could adequately convey the torment that has consumed my very soul since my abrupt departure from your fair Minnesota. Each sunrise that…
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From Scrubbing Floors to Mapping Stars: How a Scottish Maid Outshone Harvard’s Male Astronomers
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Continue reading →: From Scrubbing Floors to Mapping Stars: How a Scottish Maid Outshone Harvard’s Male AstronomersWilliamina Fleming transformed from abandoned Scottish maid to world-renowned astronomer at Harvard College Observatory. Despite facing gender discrimination, she revolutionised stellar classification, cataloguing over 10,000 stars and discovering the Horsehead Nebula, 310 variable stars, and 10 novae. Her remarkable journey from domestic service to scientific prominence challenged Victorian social limitations.
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Continue reading →: The Hammer’s RequiemBurgh by Sands, Cumberland – 7th July, 1307 The July evening hung heavy over the marshlands of Burgh by Sands, where the last light of day painted the western sky in shades of amber and blood. Edward Plantagenet, first of that name and King of England, lay dying in a…
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Continue reading →: To Him in Arizona, 191315th October, 1913Elmhurst Women’s ResidenceChicago, Illinois My Dearest Fred, How many times I have taken up my pen to write to you, only to set it down again, my courage failing me like autumn leaves surrendering to the first harsh wind. Yet tonight, as the electric lights of this great…
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Lillien Jane Martin: The Woman Stanford Retired for Being ‘Too Old’ – She Was Just Getting Started
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Continue reading →: Lillien Jane Martin: The Woman Stanford Retired for Being ‘Too Old’ – She Was Just Getting StartedLillien Jane Martin became Stanford’s first female department head in 1915, then pioneered gerontological psychology after forced retirement at 65. She established the world’s first Old Age Counselling Centre in 1929, transforming how society viewed aging. Despite groundbreaking contributions, institutional sexism, ageism, and language barriers erased her from psychology’s history.
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Continue reading →: The Sound of TomorrowLiverpool – 6th July 1957 Part I: Afternoon Anticipation The summer air hung thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and Mrs Whitaker’s prize-winning roses as Paul McCartney adjusted the strap of his father’s old guitar case. The weight of it pulled against his shoulder, but he didn’t mind—the…
