I grew up in a small town in Central Texas. During the summer, one of my greatest thrills was to visit my aunt and uncle in Fort Worth, Texas. These visits always included a live theatre performance at Casa Mañana . Among my favorites productions was My Fair Lady! It was the elegant Professor Harold Hill in a moment of complete and total frustration that sang…”Why Can’t a woman be more like a man. Men are so honest so thoroughly square: eternally noble, historically fair

When I first made the decision to be a licensed oil operator in Texas I never gave a moments thought to breaking any glass ceilings. It was when I was first called “a skirt and not a shirt” that it actually dawned on me that I was moving in a man’s arena. Now the other side is I have been treated with nothing but respect and have experienced none of the sexual harassment or discrimination that one might think exists in the oilfield. As much as I hate to admit it my progres