As I blow out the 82 candles on my birthday cake today, I will be, yet again, making the birthday wish I’ve made often since 1972 — equal rights for women in the US Constitution — a wish many American women leaders first launched as a public policy campaign before I was born!

For me, personally searching for some perspective that would ease the feelings of helplessness and despair, I turned to science and literature, going first to one of my favorite writers, Joan Didion, who in her 1968 collection of essays, Slouching Towards Bethlehem, wrote about her experiences living in Southern California in the 1960s.

Like so many millions of others around the world this week, I am reflecting, with an expected mixture of sadness and joy, on my personal experiences with President Jimmy Carter, a great man. We grew up about 150 miles apart, both on small family farms in rural Georgia, but we first met in Washington, DC, on January 20, 1977, when he was being inaugurated as the 39th president of the United States.