SUFFS: A Broadway Revelation for Women’s History Month

If you had told me a year ago that a Broadway musical about the women’s suffrage movement would become one of my all-time favorites, I might have been skeptical. But then I saw SUFFS. And not just any performance—I had the absolute privilege of seeing it on Broadway in December 2024, with the original cast, sitting in the second row, thanks to my amazing friend Auntie Jaime. Talk about an experience of a lifetime!

From the moment the lights dimmed, I knew I was about to witness something special. I consider SUFFS a “female Hamilton.” Shaina Taub not only wrote the book, the lyrics, and the score, but also starred as Alice Paul, just as Lin-Manuel Miranda did for Hamilton. And, like Miranda, she won Tony Awards for best book and score. But SUFFS goes even further in breaking boundaries—its cast is entirely female, where females play all the roles including the roles of men.

A Performance for the History Books—Literally

To our complete surprise, the performance we attended was being recorded for PBS! We even got to meet the show’s incredible director, Leigh Silverman, who spoke to the audience before the curtain rose. She reminded us that history was being made that day, that this story would be preserved for generations to come. She encouraged us to clap loudly, to laugh at all the right places—to help bring the energy of a live audience to the recording. It was an honor to be part of something so significant. If you think all Broadway musicals are filmed, think again—most are not. The fact that SUFFS was chosen to be immortalized in this way speaks to its importance. And I’m writing this article because I want my mother to know I was here. I want my students to know I was here. I want my great-granddaughter to know I was here! (If you listen to the music from SUFFS you’ll know I’m quoting a few lyrics here)

The Story That History Books Leave Out

Despite knowing how it all ends, I have the right to vote, after alI, I had no idea just how brutal and drawn-out the fight was. SUFFS brings to life not only Alice Paul’s fierce leadership but also the internal conflicts within the movement. The old-guard National American Woman Suffrage Association, led by Carrie Chapman Catt, took a more conservative approach, while Alice Paul and the National Woman’s Party fought aggressively, staging hunger strikes and picketing the White House.

But the most eye-opening part? The struggles of African American suffragists like Ida B. Wells and Mary Church Terrell. The musical doesn’t shy away from showing how racism tainted the movement—how Black women were told to march in the back of the parade so as not to upset Southern white suffragists. And yet, they refused to be silenced. Their determination in the face of opposition from all sides makes their story even more powerful and necessary to tell.

The Music That Moves You

The score of SUFFS is nothing short of brilliant. Taub masterfully weaves in period-appropriate musical influences while crafting lyrics that cut straight to the heart. I’ve listened to the cast recording countless times since seeing the show, with the song lyrics looping in my head. These songs don’t just tell history—they ignited something in me, a call to action.

Here’s a glimpse of the powerful lyrics from The March (We Demand Equality)

“We demand to be heard.

We demand to be seen.

We demand equality and nothing in between.

We demand to be heard.

We demand to be known.

We demand a voice of our own.”

And the show’s final number, Keep Marching, left me breathless. Alice Paul never stopped fighting—not after winning the vote, not ever. The song’s message is clear:

“You’ll rarely agree with whoever’s in charge

Keep marching, keep marching

‘Cause your ancestors are all the proof you need

That progress is possible, not guaranteed

It will only be made if we keep marching, keep marching on.”

An Experience I’ll Never Forget

I walked out of the Music Box Theater feeling electrified, as if I had been handed a torch to carry forward. SUFFS didn’t just entertain me—it educated me, challenged me, and made me want to dig deeper into the stories of the women who came before me.

And that’s exactly what I did! More on that in another post.

For now, let’s celebrate Women’s History Month by remembering the women who fought, struggled, and sacrificed, to get us where we are today. And let’s take a cue from SUFFS—we must keep marching. There is still a lot of work to be done. 

Epilogue

Suffs opened on Broadway on April 18, 2024, at the Music Box Theatre, where it received mostly positive reviews from critics. It was nominated for six Tony Awards, including Best Musical, winning two, for Best Music and Best Score. It closed on January 5, 2025, far too soon in my opinion! A national tour kicks off in September 2025 in Seattle, WA.

Breaking the Toy Mold: A Tomboy’s Journey Through Play and Stereotypes

I was never a doll person. While other little girls were happily brushing Barbie’s hair, I was racing Hot Wheels cars across the kitchen floor and reenacting epic battles with my Star Wars action figures. It wasn’t that I actively rejected dolls—I just never felt drawn to them. What fascinated me were the sleek designs of Matchbox cars, the intricate details and the thrilling adventures I could create with my plastic heroes.

But growing up in the late 70’s/early 80’s, toy aisles were strictly divided. There was no mistaking the boy section from the girl section. The boy aisle had the cool stuff—cars, action figures, spaceships, adventure sets—while the girl aisle was a sea of pink, filled with dolls, play kitchens, and frilly accessories. I didn’t fit neatly into the mold of what a little girl was “supposed” to like, and that realization hit me hard at my friend Ryan’s seventh birthday party.

At the end of the party, all the boys were given a shiny new Hot Wheels car as a party favor, while the girls received small dolls. I remember clutching that doll in my hand, my stomach sinking. I wanted the car. Why couldn’t I have the car? But I was a shy kid, too afraid to speak up, too afraid to say, “Hey, I like those better.” So I went home with a toy that felt foreign in my hands, a reminder that I was somehow different, even if I couldn’t quite understand why.

A few of my Hot Wheels cars.

I tried to push down that feeling of isolation, but it followed me. When I saved up my money to buy a Star Wars action figure; one I had been dreaming about. I was both excited and anxious. My parents encouraged independence, so they told me that if I wanted it, I had to buy it myself. That meant walking up to the cashier, speaking to an unfamiliar adult, and completing the transaction on my own. For a child with anxiety and an intense fear of talking to strangers, this was a monumental task.

With my heart pounding, I placed my prized Empire Strikes Back action figure on the counter, ready to claim what was mine. But instead of a simple exchange, I was met with a condescending, puzzled expression from the cashier.

“Why are you buying a toy made for a boy?”

The words stung. My excitement deflated instantly, replaced with shame. I didn’t know how to respond. Was I doing something wrong? Was I weird? The comment burrowed into my mind, reinforcing a growing sense that my interests were somehow unacceptable. I mumbled something, took my action figure, and hurried out of the store. But that interaction stayed with me.

I was lucky, my parents and grandparents never made me feel like I had to play with dolls. Sure, they tried buying them for me at first, but when they saw my enthusiasm for toy cars and Star Wars, they embraced it. They bought me Hot Wheels and action figures, and I built up an impressive collection, carefully stored in a Darth Vader-shaped carrying case. I still have them today, and they remain some of my most treasured childhood possessions.

My childhood Star Wars toys. The Darth Vader head is filled with action figures.

Looking back now, 43 years later, I’m relieved to see the toy industry making strides toward breaking down gender stereotypes. More parents are open to their sons playing with dolls and their daughters playing with cars. It’s heartening to see kids being given the freedom to explore what they truly enjoy, rather than being pushed into predetermined boxes.

But we still have a long way to go.

Every time I travel for work, I pass by a toy store in my local airport, and that old feeling creeps up again. Why? Because despite all the progress, there is still an unmistakable divide. One wall, boldly labeled BOYS, lined with miniature Hot Wheels cars. The opposite wall, labeled GIRLS, stocked with Barbies in every shade of pink.

Seen in an airport in March 2025!

Maybe things haven’t changed as much as I’d hoped!

I’m grateful for the progress, but I’m also reminded of how deeply ingrained these stereotypes still are. And I think of all the kids today who might feel the same way I did—shy, uncertain, wondering why they don’t fit the mold. I hope, as time goes on, we continue to challenge these outdated ideas and let kids be exactly who they are. Because no child should ever feel like they’re wrong for loving the things that make them happy.

Celebrating Mini Me’s Baptismal Birthday

February 22 is a special day in our family—it’s Mini Me’s Baptismal Birthday! Each year, we take time to remember the day she was baptized into God’s family at Zion Lutheran Church in Belleville, IL, the same church where I was baptized as a baby.

Mini Me’s Baptism Day!

The Gift of Baptism

In the Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod (LCMS), we believe that Baptism is a miraculous work of God, not something we do for Him, but something He does for us. Through water and His Word, God creates faith in the heart of even the smallest infant. While we may not fully understand how this happens, we trust in His promises. Parents and godparents take on the responsibility of nurturing this faith, teaching the child about Jesus so that their faith may grow and remain strong, as Jesus commands in Matthew 28:18-20.

A Joyous Day of Family and Faith

Mini Me was surrounded by so much love on her baptism day. Her Godmother, Aunt Kay Kay, traveled from Ohio, while my husband’s sister came from Georgia. My cousin Julie and her husband Rick also stood as her Godparents. Along with other family members and close friends, we celebrated this important step in her life.

One of the special symbols from that day is her baptismal candle. It serves as a beautiful reminder that the light of Christ now shines in her life. Every year on her Baptismal Birthday, Mini Me loves lighting her candle, celebrating the faith that was given to her in those holy waters.

And of course, what’s a celebration without a sweet treat? Our tradition includes donuts with sprinkles—those tiny drops of sweetness reminding us of the water sprinkled on her head during her Baptism. It’s a simple yet meaningful way to mark this sacred anniversary.

Mini Me with her baptismal candle and donuts with sprinkles!

Remembering the Promise

Baptism is not just a one-time event but a lifelong gift. It’s a promise that God is always with her, guiding her, strengthening her faith, and calling her His own. Each year, as we light her candle and enjoy our sprinkle-covered donuts, we give thanks for this amazing gift of grace and look forward to seeing how God continues to work in her life.

It was a glorious day then, and it’s a glorious day every time we remember it. Happy Baptismal Birthday, Mini Me!

Reenacting a Family Photo

1972- Me, my mom and grandma on the day of my baptism
2015-Mini Me, me, and my mom on the day of Mini Me’s baptism.