One year ago, I attended the Women’s March. We had just sworn in a president that was an admitted sexual offender. I had read the Republican platform and I was afraid for my child and our community. It was not looking good and I wanted my voice to be heard, my body to be present. It felt important, it felt like massive Girl Power, and I was so happy to march along (really, inch along) with my sister on that cold January day. It was a lot to take in. I didn’t have a sign and I didn’t have a […]