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March Comes In



I had the honor of having lunch* with one of my hocolocal hometown heroes yesterday. Yet again I found myself dwelling on the fact that many of the most significant community initiatives in Howard County are led by women. Conceived by women. Organized by women. Perpetuated by women. 

That brings us to March, which is Women’s History Month. It’s also the time of year when the Women’s Giving Circle of Howard County gathers to celebrate their philanthropic accomplishments of the past year by having a Pink Party. 



The mission of the Women’s Giving Circle is to build a community of philanthropists to address the needs of women and girls in Howard County.​ The theme of this year’s event is "The Continuum of Women's Health & How Philanthropy Can Help". 

If you are interested in attending, you can purchase tickets here: Women’s Giving Circle Pink Party

Even if big ticket fundraising events are not your thing, I’d recommend clicking on that link anyway so you can assist WGC by giving them some feedback on women’s healthcare. 

Tell us your thoughts about one or all of these questions:

  • ​What concerns you about the state of women’s health?
  • What services would be helpful to see in Howard County regarding women’s health?
  • What advice would you give to your younger self about women’s health?

I’d be willing to bet that many of my readers of valuable ideas to share on this topic. 

To learn more about WGC you can visit them at their website.

The biggest thing I’ve learned from the Women’s Giving Circle is that you don’t have to be a high dollar donor to be part of doing significant good for women and girls. There is strength in numbers. 

Happy Women’s History Month! Enjoy it while it’s still legal.


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* I won’t say any more about the lunch except that you should definitely try out Curry and Kabob in Wilde Lake.

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