Another Great Woman from History

This time, from the American Revolution. “Agent 355” is still unknown, her identity a secret even today. She was a highly successful spy for George Washington, and uncovered Benedict Arnold’s treason.


Great Women From History – Aphra Behn


 Name: Aphra Behn


Why she rocks: Though she was born into a lower middle class family, she became the first professional female writer and playwright.  Her first novel, Oroonoko, was the first English work that painted slaves as people rather than property.  She also acted as a spy for King Charles II under the codename Astra and went undercover in Antwerp.  When she came back, the king refused to pay her for her work and she ended up in debtor’s prison.  At the end of her life, she had written eighteen plays, four novels, two collections of the short stories, and seven books of poetry.  Though there were women writers before her, Behn was the first to make a living from it.  After her death, she was buried in Westminster Abbey.  The inscription on her tombstone reads: ”Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be / Defence enough against Mortality.”

Quote: “All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for it was she who earned them the right to speak their minds.” – Virginia Woolf

Because of this women…female writers, poets, and playwrights were more easily able to pursue careers, and all women were better able to speak freely.

A Fresh Start

Okay, so I got tired of the old name and now this blog will be saraleee. Lord only knows what I’ll be putting on here, but it will probably be a disorganized mishmash of unrelated stuff.

Like my life.

A step off the edge

Okay, so maybe this whole blogging thing wasn’t the world’s best idea. It’s…public. But hey, given the fact that practically nobody is likely to read this, I might as well go for it.

I had a heart attack in October 2011. Way to get a clue about the health situation, no? It’s one thing to think I need to lose weight and get healthy. It’s quite another to have your body strike back.

Well, there were extenuating circumstances. Exacerbating conditions. Like my mother’s final illness and eventual death–she had a stroke in early October, but lingered until November 23, 2011. That was stressful to me.

Also, my tiny trickle of freelance income had dried up in the summer, which didn’t help matters any. But now that I look back, with my mom going downhill I wouldn’t have been able to focus on doing the work I was being paid for. So at least I didn’t have to worry about that. Anyway, I survived. I’m in a cardiac rehab program, I’m trying to eat better. Trying to get back on an even keel.

So today I dropped by the new fitness place that opened just a mile or two from my house. I really should join someplace to keep up with the exercise after the rehab program ends at the end of March..but how to pay for it?

Cross your fingers, say a prayer that the money I need will show up for me to sign up for the fitness place. And bring my son with me.