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When I was nine years old, the Queen of England came to my hometown in Wyoming. She came quietly as a guest of a local rancher whose sister had married Porchie—the Queen’s longtime friend and horse trainer. She walked down Main Street with the same small grace as my grandmother, who she slightly resembled. Sheridan was (and still is) a place where prairie life and global pageantry sometimes brush against each other. Horses from our local polo fields have carried royals in ma

Years ago, I was doing research and stumbled on the story of the first woman ordained by the United Church of Christ in California, near the beginning of the twentieth century. The headline celebrated her as a pioneer. The article ran for several long columns in the newspaper, documenting her life in what looked, at first glance, like respectful detail. But as I read, something felt off. The woman whose ordination was being honored was never named. Not once. She was referred