As I reflect on the impact of this play, I think about the times when my behavior may have been perceived as bullish. Am I a bull in a china shop? Did I come on to strong? Did I say too much? Perhaps I should have smiled more? My southern upbringing betrays me. Growing up, I was held to a specific set of guidelines about how to act and what to say. I actually went to Randolph-Macon Woman’s College, so the world of Mount Holyoke College is not foreign to me. Always say yes ma’am and yes sir; hands in your lap at the table; never show up to someone’s house empty handed. It sounds archaic today, yet many challenges in our current society continue to be about perception and how we are seen. Bryna Turner has written this beautiful play that has historical value, but it also challenges us. At the turn of the last century, women were fighting for the right to vote, to be heard. We have come so far, yet we have barely scratched the surface. This play asks us to fight for acceptance and argue for change. Is it possible for us to imagine a world where neither our biology, nor the color of our skin determines how we are viewed? In a decade, I want my daughter to laugh at the old fashioned sensibility of this play, however unlikely that may be. As the eternal optimist, I choose to see a pathway to acceptance and inclusion in the small steps forward. As Mary Woolley herself says, “Something good has got to be coming. Later, much later.”