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The long goodbye

It has been a week.

My senses are out of kilter as to time and place. I will think it is Tuesday when it is Monday. Saturday when it is Friday and vice-versus.

The house feels larger even with Izzi staying here. We rattle around. Marveling at how tall the ceilings seem. At how many people were able to fit comfortably in the living room when we sat Shiva on the Monday and Tuesday after Jed’s death.

With Jed at home, the rooms had always seemed balanced. His large frame occupying the space. Balancing out the height and width and breadth even in his last weeks lying in his hospital bed. His presence still filling the rooms with echos of his insouciant smiles or his coquettish turns in one or another doorway.

Jed standing tall was a marvel. His posture perfect but tinged with a languidness that harkened back to the Wyoming roots of his General father. And yet Jed was a true Easterner. Intelligent and smart and fast thinking from all his years spent in New York City. At home, on a sailboat or a kayak, climbing a mountain or walking the G-trails of Europe, or sitting at Puffy’s Bar, or writing one article or another for the New York Times, or sharing a pint of ice cream with Izzi. Talking politics or mycology or the origins of fire as the basis for the industrial revolution.

Frontotemporal Dementia robbed him of so much of that. Slowly. Insidiously. Painfully. As a horrible march down the rottenest of fetid paths lined with the scary monsters of childhood nightmares. Still, there were things he could hold onto. His three quick kisses to the air when one or another of us came into view.

The whispered, “I love you.”

The moment of sudden lucidity in his last week when he looked at Izzi and said, “I’ll be there.” For Izzi. For the milestones and triumphs in Izzi’s life to come. His fatherhood still there at the last.

The sway of his body as music played.

Jed still in there a little. Struggling to breathe. To live and release enough to pass on.

 

 

Of beginnings and endings and beginnings again

Jed, Izzi, and Sugar Ray, May 16, 2025

One of the privileges of life is to be there at the beginning and the end.

The miracle of my own pregnancy, delivery, and birth aside, my first experience of new life, was the birth of my dear friend Mara’s son Gabriel. He was born in the birthing center at what was then Roosevelt Hospital on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. She’d been in labor for quite some time, when all of a sudden, imminent birth came upon us. In the ensuing haste, I became her stirrup, bolstering my body against her bent leg as she pushed. I had never felt such power or connectedness to the cycle of life, and still count it among the most extraordinary experiences of my life.

Standing watch for death is no less miraculous. One feels through the touch of the skin and the cast of the eye how the body begins to let go. Shutting itself down into a dream like state of near relaxation.

Sitting with Jed as he begins to transition is no less extraordinary even as I feel the pain of watching my partner in life transcend our plain of existence. I find the rapidity of change to be the most difficult to contend with–an infusion of painful awareness that shoots through my psyche like a bullet train until I am able to normalize again; experiencing the all to human need to construct reality around the unfathomable.

Izzi and I spent today hanging out with Jed. We watched Soprano’s episodes, played Bette Lavette albums, chatted away. Sat on our computers. Wandered in and out of his room. Fed him bits of pureed food and sips of water from a spoon.

We told stories.

Talked about the future and the trip we want to take together.

Expressed our love.

The two hour interval

Jed with his dog, May 6, 2025

Anyone who has every cared for a bed bound person is familiar with the necessity to reposition their loved one every two hours. This is to avoid and/or is part of the treatment for bed sores.

Yesterday I used one such two hour interval for a manicure and pedicure. The self-care felt evident, but more so the chance to drift as a very kind young woman from Southern China, carefully washed my feet, scrubbed my heals, massaged my legs, and applied nail polish before repeating a similar process on my hands.  I appreciated how she used a portable fan on my feet as she applied polish to my fingers–and used a portable fan for each hand in between her ministrations.

Meanwhile, it’s four weeks since hospice care began and I’m in a same-o, same-o frame of mind.

Up by 7:30 AM no matter what time I fell asleep the “night” before, to allow the home health aide “clock” in from my cell phone.

Gloves on and the work to give him a wash, change his shirt and his diaper, change the “chucks” – the absorbent disposable mats under his body – and every few days, the positioning pad and fabric mat. It usually takes about an hour. And then breakfast, pureed yogurt and fruit with a little nutritional yeast thrown in, or oatmeal and apple with a bit of smashed up walnuts and a couple of spoonfuls of maple syrup ’cause why not.

Meds are next. The ones that help Jed stay calm and out of pain–a new wrinkle now that he is bed bound: neck pain, stiff joints, where a turn without supporting his head mean agonizing moments until we right it.

Jed sleeping on his side, May 15, 2025

Then sleep. A two-hour check. Turn or change then turn. Then two more hours, and change, lunch: smashed avocado and cottage cheese, or an egg salad, or left over pureed mashed potatoes with spinach. More meds, time upright to digest and then turn.

Plus two-hours, and again, till dinner, and more meds, and then the four-hour turns. at 10:00 PM and 2:00 AM. Those are the hardest. I am tired. And not sleeping enough. And sometimes doing the 2:00 AM on my own because the workers don’t work overnight. When they can help they do, but one worker in particular informed me last week that she can’t do it anymore.

The 2:00 AM on my own has its own rhythm. The repositioning is the hardest, but I am beginning to get it right. I find that bathing him in the half light has a kind of soothing appeal. I take my time. Careful to wash off every last bit of Desitin and biological matter that clings to him. Once I am done. I sit for a while. Watch him drift in sleep. His mouth open, as he draws breath. His body otherwise still resting on a mountain of pillows and flannel PJ bottoms that we stuff strategically to ease his comfort. 

Last week Izzi started to come to help. We bond even deeper as we minister to him. We fill his nights with our love. Lie in my bed afterward at 3:00 AM, unable to sleep, watching old Sopranos episodes. 

Is it really two weeks?

Jed greeting the morning, April 30, 2025

I swore it was three weeks since I put my sweet man on hospice care.

Today, however, marks two actual weeks in spite of the tricks time is playing on my mind and heart. Two weeks, and he is sleeping more. Eating less. Drinking less. Weaker. And yesterday, despite everything we are doing, he was diagnosed with a grade 2 bed sore just below his coccyx.

Two nights before when we discovered it, and having taken a photograph forwarded it on to Jed’s hospice nurse, she wrote back quickly saying it was a bedsore. It was a horrifying moment. A crushing moment. A moment of recrimination deep into my soul: How did I not see it before? How can I cure it? Make it go away overnight with a huge schmear of Desitin?

The clinical classification of the wound during his nurse’s regular visit yesterday gave me the sense that Jed is truly on this journey. A moment to be etched onto my soul. Mostly sad. Resigned. And more sadness.

The realization that despite the best efforts of bathing and drying and keeping the skin lathered with this and that product, skin breaks down. That the body doesn’t heal as fast. That he is truly at the end of his life and no amount of wishing and hoping changes the course.

When I spent 10 days in a silent Buddhist mediation retreat years ago in Thailand, I was taught that all things have a beginning, a middle, and an end. The walking mediation practice seemed to exemplify that concept the best. One starts off walking with the goal of walking 30 paces or so before stopping, turning, and beginning again. I admit to anxiety and discomfort on my first forays. Would I be mindful enough to stop at my appointed place? Or, would my mind wander and thereby miss the ending, so entranced in the mind-movies we invent we lose track of ourselves in space and time?

After a while, I got it. I would walk, set myself some landmarks and starting out feel exhilarated. Towards the middle I could begin to feel that my goal was nearing, but that the place where I was had its own beauty, its own interest. At the end, I felt a sort of arrival. That my task was done and that I was ready to start it anew as I stopped, took in where I was, turned and set out again with a new vista and orientation towards the place at the edge of a field where I had chosen to walk.

Contemplating Jed’s journey, I feel the vistas for him. The morning light in his room as I open the curtains, and how it casts light at the edge of his bed. Our time of bathing and dressing him. Anointing him in creams to keep his skin protected from the this and that of the day. Preparing a pureed meal and then feeding it to him. Providing his meds crushed in applesauce or bananas and strawberries. Setting him in his bed. Turning him, and on throughout the day into evening. Watching him sleep. Whether it is me or Izzi or one of his lovely home health aides. Guarding him. As the journey of his life slows. Reconfigures towards what will be his inevitable turn…

 

The Boy From New York City

At Puffy’s, Demember 1996

The night I met Jed at Puffy’s Bar on Hudson Street, in Tribeca, the song, The Boy From New York City by the Ad Libs was playing. I hadn’t heard it in longer than I could remember, but walking into a bar that had such a great dancing beat to it had set my mood for the night and when Susan Dumois, the bartender, stepped out from behind the bar and started to dance with me, I knew the night was special.

In the blink of an eye, I sit in Jed’s room, Bach’s Suite No. 3 playing soothingly in the background as he sleeps, coughs, sleeps again.

We are at the end of his second week on Hospice.

I think I am located in it but perhaps not. I cry less. Feel less anxious, though if sleep is the measure, my anxiety comes through in the fitful hours of watching cat videos, and my new favorites the rescue beavers, Tulip, Stormy Rose, and the two tiny beaver kits, Blossom and Sprout.

I don’t write – except lists, and other easy stuff in my journal when I can take an hour to myself and sit somewhere.

Home hospice life with Jed, April 23, 2025

My sense of control comes from the stream of non-stop package deliveries of supplies for Jed. From the preparation of meals, adding Thickener, a product that literally thickens liquids to help a person with difficulty swallowing drink or eat their food. From shaving him with his electric razor careful to be gentle, and getting every hair I can find. From the notes I trade with his medical team.

What I have no control over is the relentless course of the disease. Of his sudden distress. Of his decline. Of his whispers. Of how my heart breaks from time to time.

I find the strength to face each day in the wee hours. And from dear, dear friends and family who send me their best wishes for which I will always be so, so very grateful.

A boxer’s truth

Jed with daughter Izzi, March 23, 2025

My husband Jed and I met on a fateful night in December, 1996 at Puffy’s on Hudson Street in Tribeca, then sporting the best juke box in the City. We had one chance to meet and make something of it, and we took it. Fairly early on we discovered we shared a love of boxing. I had just taken a course at the local gym, and earlier had practiced on the heavy bag in the basement of my friend Eddie. Jed had just fought in his first “white collar” bout at Gleason’s Gym, and otherwise with his black belt firmly affixed, was teaching beginning karate at a Dojo in downtown Manhattan.

We’d watch Friday Night Fights on ESPN, regaling ourselves about Teddy Atlas’ commentary (who didn’t in those days). He was also my biggest booster when I trained at Gleason’s. And using his brilliant skills as a New York Times columnist and editor, went on to help me edit my first book, A History of Women’s Boxing.

Our affinity was the boxer’s heart we shared and our ability to push through our collective traumas to face our truths.

Jed’s always been there for me-through tough times, arguments big and small, differences and non-differences, and through the love that exudes through the pores of our being and into our shared joy, Izzi.

Jed, Brooklyn Heights, Fall 2021

Jed’s formal diagnosis with behavioral variant of Frontotemperal Dementia over seven years ago was a near on knockout blow-but Jed persevered as did I.

Round after terrible round of the disease we adjusted.

During the pandemic it became obvious the Jed was no longer able to be alone. I retired from working with the City to care for him and have continued ever since. In those days, he could still take a long walk or go to the store at the corner. And in my company, we’d retrace his former route through downtown Brooklyn: A walk up Cadman Plaza to Olde Fulton. Then a walk through Brooklyn Bridge Park before meandering our way home through the side streets of Brooklyn Heights.

Privit – Brooklyn Bridge Park, June 2021

Each June we’d walk through the rows of privit grasping it in our hands to keep the scent alive on our bodies.

We’d hold hands.

I’d give him some water – though he mostly refused.

He still walked a pace, but was beginning to slow by the Fall.

I started having companions for him in 2022. That allowed me a few hours of respite a couple of days a week and it was also still possible to run out in the morning to the supermarket because he still slept in. Our boxer’s heart keeping faith with one another-has he began to have medication to help with the symptoms and found it harder and harder to comprehend what was going on around him.

From then to now feels like a blur, but the now is a late round effort.

Jed and the care aides, April 13, 2025

This past Thursday was the last day that he walked-though he can still punch (and land some good shots that leave black and blue marks) when we turn him in his hospital bed in order to wash and clean him.

The Friday before that, he forgot how to swallow, but fought his was back to solid food.

Bed bound. Losing weight. Coughing. Endless sleeping.

Yet treated with kindness and love by wonderful women. That’s what I cling to as I take the decisions necessary to transition him to hospice care. Here at home. Among his books and enough camping gear to outfit a boy scout camp (a feature of FTD is obsessive spending!). Feeling the love of what home brings when Izzi sits besides him.

The journey of this illness is a terrible one. Yet the key has been keeping faith with our pas-de-deux. Our pact of love and faithfulness that saw us care so deeply for one another. To fight on the same team. Playing at doubles. Each of us having each other’s back. Literally.

Jed is 77. This all feels way, way, way too soon and yet he’s here. Still punching. Smiling between cursing us when he feels hurt by this or that turn. Still saying I love you and lighting up with the broadest of smiles when Izzi enters the room.

 

 

 

 

 

A Busy Women’s History Month!

Author and women’s boxing historian, Malissa Smith has had a busy Women’s History Month!

The activities included media appearances and an article about her efforts to support women in boxing published on the World Boxing Council’s website.

The UK-based Women In Boxing organization’s International Women’s Day event was held on March 7, 2024. Speaking about the history of the sport, Malissa Smith was featured in a busy line-up to include the keynote speaker, champion boxer Natasha Jonas.

Malissa Smith was a featured speaker for Women In Boxing’s 2024 International Women’s Day event on March 7, 2024.

Making a special live appearance, Malissa was an in-studio guest on WHCR 90.3 FM’s What’s In Your Hand show hosted by Rick Young on March 15, 2024. Alongside renowned thoracic surgeon Dr. Raja Flores, the trio of boxing aficionados had a lively conversation about New York City boxing and the place of the sport as an important component of youth development.

As a guest on the Off The Couch Boxing Show podcast, Malissa’s expertise on women in boxing was in evidence as she discussed the highlights of such “GOATs” as Christy Martin, Lucia Rijker, Laila Ali, Katie Taylor, Amanda Serrano, and Claressa Shields. She also discussed issues surrounding parity for female athletes with respect to promotion and pay, and her upcoming new book, The Promise of Women’s Boxing: A Momentous New Era for the Sweet Science.

Malissa Smith made a guest appearance on Episode #95 of the Off The Couch Boxing podcast on March 16, 2024.

To round out the month, the World Boxing Council featured an article about Malissa Smith’s on-going support for women in boxing as an author, historian, and advocate for the sport.

“This is a singular honor,” Smith said. “I am humbled by the WBC’s recognition of me.”

International Women’s History Day Event on March 7, 2024, 6:00PM GMT (London)

I am honored to participate in the Women In Boxing International Women’s History Event on March 7, 2024 at 6PM, GMT (London).

Email: team@womeninboxing.com to register your interest and receive the link to this free event!

Other confirmed speakers are Niki Wilburn-Shaw, WIB; Caitlin Bennet, Matchroom Boxing; Kate Wilson, SheIsBossingIt!

Celebrating Women Who Box During Women’s History Month!

The Promise of Women’s Boxing – publication date June 4, 2024!

I am so proud to announce the upcoming publication of my new book!

The Promise of Women’s Boxing: A Momentous New Era for the Sweet Science will be published on June 4, 2024 by Rowman and Littlefield. It is available for preorder now at the link: preorder – Amazon

Two-time Olympic Gold Medalist and three-time undisputed champion, Claressa Shields has graciously written the forward.

Overview

The book provides a timely exploration of modern women’s boxing, from its first inclusion in the 2012 Olympics to today, featuring such trailblazers as Katie Taylor, Amanda Serrano, Claressa Shields, and more.

On April 30th, 2022, the first boxing super-fight of the era, headlined by two women and fought at Madison Square Garden, lived up to its hype and then some. The two contestants fought the battle of their lives in front of a sold-out crowd and garnered 1.5 million views through online streaming. It was the culmination of a long, three-centuries arc of women’s boxing history, a history fraught with highs and lows but always imbued with the heart and passion of the women who fought.

In The Promise of Women’s Boxing: A Momentous New Era for the Sweet Science, Malissa Smith details the exciting period from the 2012 Olympics through the true “million-dollar baby” women’s super-fights of 2022 and beyond. Rich in content, the stories that emerge focus on boxing stars new and old, important battles, and the challenges women still face in boxing. Smith examines the development of the sport on a global basis, the transition of amateur boxers to the pros, the impact of online streamlining on the sport, the challenges boxing has faced from MMA, and the unprecedented gains women’s boxing has made in the era of the super-fight with extraordinary seven-figure opportunities for elite female stars.

Featuring the stories of women’s boxing icons Katie Taylor, Amanda Serrano, Savannah Marshall, Marlen Esparza, Mikaela Mayer, Natasha Jonas, and more, and with a foreword by two-time Olympic gold medalist and three-time undisputed champion Claressa Shields, The Promise of Women’s Boxing offers unprecedented insight into the incredible growth of the sport and the women who have fought in and out of the ring to make it all possible.

Reviews

Malissa Smith has written a compelling book on the progression of women’s boxing, showing us the grit, determination, and perseverance that took the sport from the first ever inclusion in the 2012 London Olympics to today’s era of mega-fights.— Sue Fox, founder, Women’s Boxing Archive Network, International Women’s Boxing Hall of Fame

For anyone who follows and enjoys women’s boxing—this is the perfect book for you. It’s not just history and facts; this book is also full of stories and in-depth examinations. Malissa Smith did a terrific job! — Jackie Kallen, boxing manager, 2024 inductee to the International Boxing Hall of Fame

Malissa Smith has given readers a very accurate accounting of women’s boxing. From the Olympics to selling out Madison Square Garden, she has revisited the history I’m proud to be a part of. Christy Martin, retired boxing champion, 2020 inductee to the International Boxing Hall of Fame

Malissa’s grasp of, eloquence on, and in-depth research into the continued resistance of change to 3-minute rounds for women is equally fascinating and disheartening. A must read for anyone interested in gaining insight into women’s boxing. Alicia Ashley, retired boxing champion, 2023 inductee to the International Boxing Hall of Fame

There is no one more knowledgeable about or dedicated to women’s boxing than Malissa Smith. Without bias, Malissa is able to translate her passion into words that satisfy an enthusiast while appealing to occasional fans. A must read for any diligent sports enthusiast. Jill Diamond, WBC co-chair of the Women’s Championships, WBC International Secretary, Global Chair WBC Cares

Malissa Smith is the ultimate chronicler of women’s boxing. Her new book details the last dozen years, during which fighters like Claressa Shields, Katie Taylor, and Amanda Serrano have not only evened the playing field, but at times outperformed their male counterpart Steve Farhood, boxing analyst for Showtime and  2017 Inductee International Boxing Hall of Fame

Malissa’s effort to document the journey of women’s boxing is nothing short of titanic. In a world where stories are told in spurts of 280 characters on social media, Malissa takes the time to delve into the struggles of every fighter, and she takes us along for a ride that is rich in both journalistic rigor and historical accuracy—with her gift for storytelling making it a pleasure to read. Diego Morilla, writer, editor, and moderator for the Women’s Ratings Panel, The Ring magazine

Malissa has captured the wonderful growth of women’s boxing in her book The Promise of Women’s Boxing. She highlights how quickly the women have become a major force in amateur and professional boxing. And in many cases, the women overshadow the men. Bruce Silverglade, owner of boxing’s world-famous Gleason’s Gym

Malissa Smith’s comprehensive analysis and understanding of this very important period in the evolution of women’s boxing makes for a terrific read. Lou DiBella, President, DiBella Entertainment, 2020 inductee to the International Boxing Hall of Fame

For more information link to Rowman and Littlefield website for more information

Melissa McMorrow-Unsung in the era of the Olympics

The inclusion of women’s boxing in the Olympics at the 2012 London Games brought a lot of hope that the sport would begin to flourish anew. Gold medal winners Claressa Shields, Nicola Adams, and Katie Taylor, however, did not begin to cross the threshold of the ropes as professionals until after the 2016 Rio Games. That left the pre-Olympic-era pro boxers continuing to push for opportunities in a sport that was capricious at best when it came to promoting female fighters.

The International Women’s Boxing Hall of Fame (IWBHF) recently honored one such boxer, the Brazilian-American retired champion Melissa “Mighty” McMorrow (10-7-3, 1-KO), inducting her into its Class of 2023 at the “Night of the Stars” 10th Anniversary ceremony held on October 7, 2023, in Las Vegas.

A pint-sized World Fly titlist from Northern California who stood all of four feet, eleven inches tall, McMorrow boxed professionally from 2008-2018, with a career that straddled the era. The post-Olympic period in particular saw her fight in a succession of bouts in Mexico, including a successful second campaign to win the WBO World Fly title she’d had to abandon earlier in her career.

McMorrow, who has spoken often of her life-long love of athletics, was an All-American soccer player at Pittsburg, Pennsylvania’s Carnegie Mellon University, where she graduated with a Bachelor of Architecture degree. She also joined the Women’s United Soccer Association as a player in the United States and Brazil until the association disbanded.

Searching around for another sport, McMorrow eventually chose boxing when she was in her 20s. Jumping in full throttle after starting to train in 2005, she began competing in the amateurs in 2006 and even lost to Marlen Esparza in the 2007 USA Nationals in Colorado Springs and again in 2008 with the same result.

Choosing to turn professional shortly thereafter, McMorrow fought a total of eight straight bouts at venues across her native California. She accumulated a 4-1-3 record through May 2010. Her ninth clash, and her first outside of her home state, was in February 2011. The prospect of a coveted fight night took her across the country to New York City. There she faced Keisher “Fire” McLeod (Wells) (8-3, 1-KO) on a DiBella Entertainment-Broadway Boxing card at Times Square’s B.B. Kings. McLeod stood 5’8” tall and towered over McMorrow, who, none the less, demonstrated a decided effort to fight aggressively on the inside. McLeod won the six-rounder on the cards, but McMorrow gave the crowd a gritty and entertaining performance.

Having proven her mettle as an opponent, she came back to the Apple in June to battle a popular local favorite, Eileen “The Hawaiian Mongoose” Olszewski (11-7-3, 1 KOs). The fight was an eight-round title bout for the New York State Fly Championship. McMorrow was also expected to lose against Olszewski, but pulled out the mixed decision win, 78-74, 79-73, 74-78, to capture the title, showing similar aggression and strong defensive tactics while continuously taking the fight inside.

Getting the call again, McMorrow defended her championship belt five weeks later, at the end of July, in an eight-round rematch against Keisher McLeod. McMorrow, ever the aggressive fighter, used her strong inside game and superb defense to avoid the much taller fighter’s jab-right hand combinations. McMorrow’s toughness gave her the “and still” moniker with another mixed decision win.

The strength of these battles gave her a chance to fight in Mexico as an opponent against Arley Muciño (32-4-2, 11-KOs) for the WBA Interim World Fly in February 2012. Though she lost on the cards, it did bring her more attention, netting McMorrow the opportunity to fight the reigning WBO World Fly and WIBF champion, Germany’s seemingly unstoppable Susi Kentikian, who sported a 29-0 record (with 16 wins by knockout) going into their main event battle on May 16, 2012.

Televised on Germany’s Das Vierte channel, McMorrow shocked the world with a mixed decision win on the cards, 94-96, 95-95, 94-96. It also brought her a payday a little south of $10,000, quite unheard of for an American fighter except overseas. With the win, she came into the mix alongside Ava Knight (20-2-5, 5-KOs) and Mexico’s Mariana “Barbie” Juarez (55-13-4, 19-KOs) as elite flyweight fighters.

McMorrow began to actively campaign for a title bout against Ava Knight, to whom she’d lost in the amateurs, including a Golden Gloves championship fight broadcast on Comcast nationally from San Francisco’s Third Street Gym.

Knight was asked her preference for a potential matchup with either Juarez (whom she eventually defeated) or McMorrow, saying at the time, “I think Mariana would be tougher. Her style and experience may outweigh a pushy style for me. I’ve met McMorrow in the ring three times (as an amateur) and already know my strengths over hers. She may have changed a bit and become more of a brawler, but that is my opposition of choice. They are both game, and hopefully we will be meeting them soon in the ring.”[i]

Pundits also felt the Knight-McMorrow showdown would be a logical home-grown match, while acknowledging that both fighters were only gaining traction for big title fights on the road. McMorrow had managed to have her first WBO defense in the United States at the Kissimmee, Florida Civic Center, in October 2012, where she defeated Yahaira Martinez (7-4, 4-KOs) by TKO in the ninth round of their all-action bout, which was also one of the rare female boxing matches televised on the Spanish-language Telemundo channel.

McMorrow’s next defense, however, was back on the road the following March in Germany. She faced the German fighter, Nadia Raoui (15-2-1, 3-KOs). The match itself was another tough battle where McMorrow’s aggression showed through, including an extraordinary punch output per round and her signature inside fighting. She prevailed again by split decision, 94-96, 96-94, 91-99, retaining her title, and earning a purported career high pay day of $15,000. She’d also fulfilled the second of her two-fight deal with Germany’s SES Boxing promotion company, which meant she’d need to seek out her next title defense with a company at home.

Having earned that amount for a bout did not, however, mean that she could earn a living as a professional boxer, pointing out, “There’s just no money in boxing. I could never really justify leaving my job [as an architect],” adding, “It seems unfair that men get paid a lot more. Especially when I feel there would be a draw.”[ii]

As if to bring home the point, boxing writer and pundit Mark Jones put it this way: “Current, American [professional] female fighters, even those that are highly rated, are regional attractions having to travel abroad to participate in prestigious fights. In 2013, the following world class, American-based female fighters fought outside the United States: Diana Prazak (Sweden), Melissa Hernandez (Canada), Alicia Ashley (Mexico), Ava Knight (Mexico), Melissa McMorrow (Germany), Carino Moreno (Germany), and Tori Nelson (Bermuda).”[iii]

Knight remained elusive, however, and after losing a WBC World Fly title to Ibeth Zamora (Silva) (33-8, 13-KOs) in 2013, she had limited opportunities to fight at all, with just one just one bout in 2014 and none in 2015. McMorrow, who fought from 108 to 115 pounds, already experienced the difficulties of finding fights in the United States, especially in the smaller weight classes, telling an interviewer that many of the titles at that size were held by Mexican fighters. “The WBC is doing a lot to promote women’s boxing, and so [Mexico] is the place where things are taking off the most… if [fights] come up, I want to take them.”[iv]

She also had to give up her WBO belt a year after her successful defense against Nadia Raoui, as WBO rules required a defense within a one-year period. “No one in the top-10 wants to fight me unless we have money, which we don’t. It is a losing proposition because it is a risky fight for them for little or no money.”[v]

This harkened back to fellow Californian Kaliesha West (17-2-3, 4 KOs). She’d been willing to retain her WBO World Bantam title at all costs in 2011, even ceding what little money there was to her opponent, Ava Knight, in order to keep her status as a champion.

McMorrow did get to fight Mariana Juarez in her next bout held in February 2014, battling for the WBC International Super Fly championship in Mexico—having already given up on finding the funds necessary to promote the WBO bout. McMorrow easily switched between her inside and outside game with effortless fluidity throughout the fight but lost the bout on the cards, with all three judges agreeing on the 94-96 score in favor of Juarez. At least one outlet called it the robbery of the year, along with grumbling from other quarters that proclaimed McMorrow the winner.

The controversial loss to Juarez was followed by another close decision defeat in August 2014 for the vacant WBC International Fly title against boxer Jessica Chavez (32-5-3, 4-KOs). Of the fight she’d said, “Chavez is a good fighter and we fought a fairly even fight. I think I was the aggressor and landed the harder cleaner shots. I wanted to make the fight very decisive since I know that the judges will not work in my favor, but she did a good job of keeping her distance from me. However, I think I deserve the decision as much as she does. It is frustrating that when I watch the fight I can only claim rounds that are undeniable and she gets credit for everything else.”[vi]

Otherwise taking her fourth Mexican fight night in stride, however, McMorrow had been invited to attend the first WBC Women’s Convention held in September. There, she’d been promised a shot at the WBC Fly title, but that did not actually materialize until 2018.

Her next match offered her the chance to regain the WBO World Fly belt. Traveling again to Mexico, she came in as the opponent against the lethal Kenia Enriquez (27-1, 11-KOs). Enriquez had won the vacant WBO title with ease when she defeated Ana Arrazola (28-17-3, 14-KOs) by unanimous decision in November 2014.

In the ring against Enriquez on February 28, 2015, McMorrow fought in her typical come-forward, aggressive style, prevailing with a split-decision on the cards after ten grueling rounds. McMorrow exuded joy at being announced the winner, a vindication of sorts for having been stripped of the title the year before and for other losses she’d endured in Mexico.

“Honestly, I was surprised that Kenia picked such a big fight [for] her first title defense … And the only thing I can think, is that they just completely underestimated me.”[vii]

Still, what she wanted was the Ava Knight fight, if nothing else than as a coda on her career but the fight that might have been, never happened.

McMorrow battled on with two more fights. What turned out to be her penultimate bout was a 2016 non-title ten-round loss on the cards against the experienced Esmeralda Moreno (35-12-2, 11-KOs) in Mexico City. For her last bout, McMorrow finally fought for the long-promised green-belt fly championship. The match against Ibeth Zamora was set for May 5, 2018, also in Mexico City. Coming off an eighteen-month layoff, McMorrow was less successful at pushing the fight inside. She fought tenaciously, but Zamora’s stinging power proved the difference, which allowed her to earn the unanimous decision win.

Back in 2014 ahead of her battle against Jessica Chavez, McMorrow had said,

“In order to compete in a sport like boxing, you have to love it. It is very difficult to train as I much as I do, and to look after your weight, etc. Sometimes I ask myself why it is so important to me. It sometimes seems really silly … I strive to be good at whatever I do and I hope that when I’m done boxing, a little piece of me will stay with the sport and people will remember who I was …[viii]

McMorrow retired from boxing with an outstanding record of achievement. She’d had spectacular wins, but the seeming promise of increased opportunities with the coming of Olympic competition for women’s boxing did not really materialize for her. Outside of the small circle of boxing aficionados, she never gained the appreciation nor the opportunity to fight the big bouts at home in the USA, even after such Olympians as Claressa Shields, Marlen Esparza, and Mikaela Mayer were gaining traction on fight cards and on television beginning in 2017.

As with most things in the sport, the usual answer is, “that’s boxing.” One thing is for certain: McMorrow’s induction into the IWBHF will ensure she will always be remembered for her accomplishments in the ring.

Notes:

[i] David A. Avila, “Female Flyweight Division Opens Up With McMorrow’s Win Over Kentikian,” The Sweet Science, tss.ib.tv, May 19, 2012.

[ii] “Fighting like a girl: Bay Area boxer wins world championship,” Eltecolotate.com, March 25, 2015.

[iii] Mark Jones, “The Sweet Side of the Sweet Science – 2013 Year End Reviews & Awards, KO Digest, fitefansho.blogspot.com, January 3, 2014.

[iv] ITRboxing, Melissa McMorrow ‘I want my WBC title shot then Ava Knight fight.,’ ITRboxing, Youtube.com, January 3, 2015.

[v] “Melissa McMorrow: A Lifetime of Breaking Barriers,” University Athletic Association, uaasports.info, October 6, 2016.

[vi] Press Release:  Mighty Melissa McMorrow, WBAN, womenboxing.com, August 29, 2014.

[vii] “Fighting like a girl: Bay Area boxer wins world championship,” Eltecolotate.com, March 25, 2015.

[viii] Malissa Smith, “Melissa McMorrow Seeking Redemption in Mexico: Exclusive Q and A,” Girlboxing.org, August 14, 2014.

The Difference…

How Boxing Uncaged Me is an essay I wrote for the new compendium, THE DIFFERENCE: Essays on Loss, Courage, and Personal Transformation. The brain child of editors and contributing authors, Achim Nowak and Rosemary Ravinal, the premise was to curate a series of essays that had as their focal point the deeply searing experiences that made a difference in how we lived the rest of our lives.

For me, that difference was of all things boxing. Since childhood I had a fascination with the sport watching the fighters of my era, Muhammad Ali, Joe Frazier, and Ken Norton, on the flickering lights of my television. It took me a life time, however, to finally enter a boxing gym.

“No more excuses,” I said aloud to myself, on a crisp clear day in early January as I made the sojourn to Gleason’s Gym.

With the low wintry light streaming in through the line of grimy windows facing the street, I was immediately greeted by the owner of the gym. Bruce Silverglade, seated at a desk near the entrance. A chessboard in mid-game took up a corner of the desk.

“Hi can I help?” Bruce asked.

I introduced myself and within seconds he was up and out of his seat and touring me through the cavernous expanse. As the sights and sounds hit my senses, calm descended. I had found my place. 

Learning the mechanics of the sport, however, was the least of my journey through boxing. It brought me the courage to write. To go back to school to complete my Bachelor’s Degree in my 50s. To go on to a Master’s Degree in Liberal Studies. And to take up the sport of women’s boxing as a cause worth fighting for including writing the first comprehensive history of the sport.

The discipline of boxing is and continues to be another dimension:

If there is one thing boxing taught me, it is that fear and the accompanying self-doubt has been, and continues to be, my nemesis. It lives with me as a shadow being that I face down every time I glove up. I know it from the tears. The ones that still well up when I haven’t given myself the self-care I deserve. I know it from the places where new scar tissue has formed from hurts that have gone unanswered.

I am also humbled by the care and dedication Nowak and Ravinal have shown in selecting the essays for the collection–with stories about loss, courage, and personal transformation that have meaning across all of our lives.

The stories have inspired me as they have overwhelmed me with gratitude for having been chosen alongside my very humble efforts at exploring the impact boxing has had on my life.

As a writer, a caregiver, and all the other roles I embody on a daily basis, I am particularly proud of being given the chance to explore how the thread of the sport I love has woven its way through all of those experiences.

Thank you, as always, to the boxing community for continuing to embrace me and call me one of your own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About last night … women boxing

 

WBA champion Erika Cruz and  WBC, WBA, IBF, champion Amanda Serrano fighting for the undisputed feather (126) title in MSG’s Hulu Theater on February 4, 2023. Photo credit: Ed Mulholland/Matchroom

MSG’s Little Theater — these days under the moniker of the Hulu Theater is a fun venue for boxing. Back when the Daily News Golden Gloves was a New York fixture every April, the stands would erupt with cheers as this or that young man or woman entered the ring in blue or gold.

The nice thing is there really is no bad seat, whether for an amateur or professional night of boxing, even way up in the back in the “300” sections, one can see, and it’s often where the true partisan cheers and flag waving abounds.

Last night was no exception. The Puerto Rican flags were in abundance waiting for Puerto Rico’s own (by way of Bushwick, Brooklyn), Amanda Serrano, and her main event fight. An undisputed contest for the feather (126 lbs.) championship.

The Amanda Serrano/Erika Cruz fight was at the top of a nine-fight card — made all the more special by the fact that it contained two undisputed women’s bouts and three undercard female “baby-belt” bouts.

France’s Elhem Mekhaled in the fight of her life against Detroit’s own Alycia Baumgardner who prevailed through ten grueling rounds to become undisputed champion at junior lightweight (130) on Feburary 4, 2023 at MSG’s Hulu Theater. Photo credit: Ed Mulholland/Matchroom

The co-main event featured Alycia Baumgardner contesting for her chance at an undisputed championship against Elhem Mekhaled, who was previously unknown to most fight fans in the United States.

Baumgardner who had defeated Mikaela Mayer on the all-female card in October at London’s O2 arena, came not only to fight and win, but to prove that her family’s deep legacy in the sport of boxing culminates in her as an exemplar of excellence and her and her family’s dreams.

Sitting with Marian “Lady Tyger” Trimiar and boxing writer Chris Benedict, MSG Hulu Theater, February 4, 2023.

Sitting for a time with boxing legend, Marian “Lady Tyger” Trimiar brought home just how far the sport has come. Lady Tyger began boxing as a teenager and first applied for a license in 1974 back when even amateur fighting was denied to women. She was finally able to become a licensed professional in New York State three years later. Boxing in earnest for no money to speak of ($1,500 was a lot) and in places like California which had a modest if growing boxing scene for women in the late 1970s and early 1980s, Trimiar went so far as to stage a hunger strike in 1987 to help garner support for women in the sport.

Still, she never imagined it would come this far, and watching so many fights at such a high standard of excellence brought solace of a sort, knowing that her battles on and off the canvas were important to the growth and acceptance of women inside the squared circle.

Certainly the sold-out theater — which is truly Amanda Serrano’s house, having fought there since her own beginnings in the Golden Gloves — gave truth to not only Serrano’s acceptance, but the notion that the fans came to watch excellent boxing … period.

For Serrano who made the point that she may be in a group of undisputed women champions, but she remains the only champion in seven weight classes; winning was the chance for her to revel in her achievement at the pinnacle of the sport.

Her next step was announced as she stood beaming in the camera’s eye — a second battle with Katie Taylor set for May 20, 2023 in Dublin, Ireland. She went on to say, “Katie Taylor is a true champion. She came over here. She deserves to have [the rematch] in Ireland.”

Befitting of a true champion — Serrano fighting Taylor will mean yet another first for both women, the chance for one undisputed champion to fight another in one or another’s weight class.

Thinking about Lady Tyger as representative of a lot of women who contested in the sport for the love of it, seeing Serrano and Taylor in the ring, the fans, cheering and waving, brought a deep sense of joy to my own heart. And as we exited, the latin beat pulsating, I felt exalted knowing that something really good had happened

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The results:

Amanda Serrano (USA) defeated Erika Cruz (Mexico) by UD, 97-93, 98-92 x 2. Serrano became the undisputed feather (126 lbs.) champion retaining her IBF, IBO, WBC, & WBO titles, and winning the WBA title from Cruz. Some pundits scored the fight more evenly giving a round or two more to Cruz who having sustained a deep cut from a head butt in the third round and was wobbled badly in the 6th round, put on a display nothing short of heroic.

Alycia Baumgardner (USA) defeated Elhem Mekhaled (France) by UD, 99-89, 99-89, 98-90. Baumgarder retained her IBF, IBO, WBC, & WB0 titles and won the vacant WBA title to become undisputed champion as junior lightweight (130 lbs.)  Mekhaled went down twice in the third round but never quit till the last bell tolled. Baumgarder tired in the latter half of the fight in spurts, which may have meant the scoring should have been a bit more balanced.

Shadasia Green (USA) defeated Elin Cederroos (Sweden) by TKO at 1:08 of the 6th Round in their WBA super middle title eliminator. Green also retained her WBC Silver belt at super middle.

Ramla Ali (UK) defeated Avril Mathis (Australia) by UD, 99-91 x 3 (some thought this was overly generous). Ali became the IBF Inter-Continental Super Bantam title holder.

Skye Nicolson (Australia) defeated Tania Alvarez (Spain) by UD, 98-92, 97-93, 100-90. Nicolson became the WBC Silver Feather champion.

On Women’s Boxing-what an October!

I had the honor of introducing the 16 inductees to the International Women’s Boxing Hall of Fame’s Class of 2022. Held at the Orleans Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas on October 22nd, the 9th class of inductees celebrated women’s boxing’s past and present in high style.

The brainchild of founder Sue TL Fox, herself an American pioneer from the 1970s when the denizens of women’s boxing went to court to win the right to box professionally, her insistence that women give themselves the accolades they deserve reverberates through the community.

Yes, we love that since 2020, women have been inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame in Canastota, New York. And that in Hall of Fames across the United States and beyond, women are taking their place for the brilliance of their achievements.

There is something; however, to that wonderful notion put forth by Virginia Wolfe, of having a room of one’s own. And whether actual or metaphorical, the sisterhood of brilliant athletes swapping stories is irreplaceable. This year’s class included Tori Nelson and Suzi Kentikian, boxers you may well have heard of, but it also contained Cora Webber who not only boxed in the 1970s, but in the 1990s to great effect. And men too, including Irish promoter Jimmy Finn, who along with 2014 Inductee Barbara Buttrick promoted the actual first all-female card in the UK in 1994; and Tom Gerbasi, who has led the way as a boxing journalist giving space to the stories of women in the ring since the late 1990s.

This year’s event was also held amid women’s boxing’s dazzling October.

The all-female Shields-Marshall card at London’s O2 Arena on October 15th was held in front of a sold-out crowd of 20,000 cheering fans, not to mention the 2,000,000 eyes that caught the broadcast of the card on Sky and ESPN+. The card delivered not only in terms of the number of fans tuning in, but the brilliance of the performances from one end of the card to the other. The Shields-Marshall fight itself, produced a fight of the year contender to rival the Taylor-Serrano bout on April 30th whose main-event battle was held in front of a similarly sold-out crowd at Madison Square Garden.

What was notable, is that while Taylor-Serrano had 1.5 million views on DAZN, a full .5 million more viewed Shields-Marshall—to my mind, showing the strength of the Taylor-Serrano card to the women’s boxing “brand.” Afterall, it is highly unlikely that Bob Arum and Top Rank would have pushed to have their fighter Mikaela Mayer contest for the unified Super Featherweight title against Alycia Baumgardner, without the precedent of a sold-out Madison Square Garden.

Nor does it stop there.

Katie Taylor after her win over Karen Elizabeth Carabajal. Photo by James Chance/Getty Images

Consider Katie Taylor’s seemingly effortless retention of her undisputed lightweight crown and undefeated record against the mandatory Argentinian contender Karen Carabajal. Taylor led the card at the Wembley Arena—the very place where she had her pro debut. At that event, a mere six years ago, she walked out to nearly empty stands. At her homecoming of sorts, the cheering crowds floated her to the ring on a wave of love and admiration.

The two female fights on the undercard were also great action bouts showing off the prowess of Ellie Scotney as she pressured Mary Romero to a loss. And then there was the impressive professional debut of Maisey Rose Courtney, frankly one of the best I’ve seen, female or male. But think about that for a minute. She had her debut at Wembley Arena on a Katie Taylor card positioned as the swing bout leading into the main event.

Thinking about it more, Maisey’s entire boxing career has been informed by Katie Taylor.

Taylor’s amateur prowess and trailblazing amateur career provided Maisey with a goal to strive for. While her pro debut was on the undercard of a major fight by an undisputed champion in one of boxing’s more venerable arenas in the United Kingdom. This is Maisey’s world with the likes of Adam Smith stating Sky Sports commitment to putting on good cards as demonstrating “a move towards total parity and total equality in pay.”

The latter in particular remains to be seen. The boxing efforts on Saturday, October 29th across the globe; however, gave truth to the idea that parity and equity are long overdue. Consider Arley Muciño who wrested the IBF World Fly title from the Argentinian champion, Leonela Yudica, in a non-stop action fight at San Diego, CA’s Pechanga Arena and shown on DAZN. It should be noted it was Yudica’s 10th defense of the belt since she first captured it in 2014—a momentous upset by Muciño who had at one time held the WBO World Fly title. Announcing for the Golden Boy Promotions card was none other than current unified champion WBA and WBC World Fly champion Marlen Esparza, who immediately called out Muciño for a unification battle.

Let us also not forget that Yamileth Mercado successfully defended her WBC World Super Bantamweight title against the venerable Mariana “La Barbie” Juarez in her fourth defense of her title, her loss to Amanda Serrano in 2021, notwithstanding.

Those showings, the Taylor card bouts, and the women boxing at venues large and small establishes the sport has the potential for an even more magnificent future.

Let us all hope that actually comes to pass.

 

Katie, Amanda, Lady Tyger, and Me

Author, Malissa Smith with Hall of Fame, women’s boxing trailblazer, Marian “Lady Tyger” Trimiar, Madison Square Garden, Taylor/Serrano Main Event, April 30, 2022.

It’s already May. The boxing ring dismantled, the people who filled the Madison Square Garden arena already home or having taken a few extra days in New York City readying to go.

And yet, the enormity of being surrounded by and among a sold-out crowd of nearly 20,000 people; on their feet, cheering, crying, and cheering some more for Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano both, reverberates. A crowd so loud the veteran Canadian referee, Michael Griffin, couldn’t hear the bell at the end of a couple of the rounds, and a few days later said he’d “never felt that kind of electricity.”

Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano fought the fight of their lives.

They fought for themselves, for boxing, for women, for little girls and little boys, for their families, for history, for the record setting, 1.5 million eyes who viewed it on the DAZN streaming platform, and all of us who could make it to that arena.

And we felt it.

I felt it.

Jolted through with the special juice that is an event that transcends its time and place. Becomes already immortal. Engrained in our consciousness. Where we view over and over the special magic of the tender smile that passed between Katie and Amanda just before they fought. Taking in the enormity of what they were about to achieve. A history making main event prize fight between two of the best boxers in the world–who because they happened to be girls meant the special sauce of a well-matched contest, was also infused with all the opportunities that had been denied in the past. With fights relegated to the unstreamed portions of fight cards, for little money, and far, far less than equal treatment.

In a world where gender defines and sets rules for how we live and what our agency is as women, boxing has proved itself to be the perfect medium for amplifying those inequities.

Sitting in the stands with the great trailblazing, International Boxing Hall of Fame inductee, Marian “Lady Tyger” Trimiar, it was not lost on me that her achievements and fights for equity were not unlike those of the fictional character, Don Quixote, jousting with windmills.

Her hunger strike in 1987 to protest the inequities towards women in boxing, a grand and beautiful stand for something, caused a ripple or two, but was largely forgotten.

A life time later, sitting in a majestic box above the Madison Square arena festooned with green light, she smiled, and with a wistful tone to her voice, said, “One million dollars for each fighter. I never earned much more than a thousand dollars, and that was for a title fight.”

If we measure equity in dollars and cents, women essentially earn the equivalent of a nightly bar bill of the Mayweather’s of the world.

Even the Taylor/Serrano fight, which passed the crucible of a minimum of a million for each fighter, an absolute first, still seems paltry in the scheme of things. Think about it. Two top-three pound-for-pound fighters duking it out in the ring together, what should that be worth?

Having had the honor to write about the women who’ve donned the gloves to contest in a sport that breaks their heart, watching Katie and Amanda fight with every ounce of their beings was among the most compelling evenings of my life. Here were two warriors of heart and spirit, meeting their moment of greatness, with power, with fortitude, and with grace.

Would that each of us could achieve an equivalent transcendent magnificence.

[Note: a version of this article was published in the Women’s Fight News eZine, April 2022 edition]