I’m a nurse-midwife with a PhD who believes women shouldn’t vanish quietly from the record.

I’ve been a midwife for a decade and a nurse for over twice that. I know death is part of life. But when I lost a colleague, and later a patient — deaths that should never have happened, I stopped looking away.

I’ve spent my life drawn toward the stories people would rather forget. This is remembrance as resistance: refusing to let women be reduced to statistics, headlines, or footnotes.

Does that make you uncomfortable? It should.

In 2026, women are still dying of the same causes that killed women in 1826. That’s not just history repeating itself … that’s neglect.

Numbers won’t remember them.

But we will.