I have tried to stay away from politics during my last 8 years of blogging but I can't do this any more. My world has been turned up-side-down and now, I have to do something about it. My apologies to my followers who voted from Trump and please feel free to unsubscribe to my blog and Facebook page. No hard feelings. Or, maybe stay with me and we can have a conversation. I'd like that.
I started marching in 1968 when I lived in Greenwich Village in NYC. I was a hippie, attending NYU. The Vietnam War was raging and every night, they would show how many boys were killed on the nightly news. I was horrified. So I marched against the war believing it would make the "powers that be in Washington" listen and change the course of our country's aggression. It didn't work.
Over the last (almost 50!) years, I have worked to promote women's rights. As a "boss" I promoted women into positions of authority in the companies I worked for. As a "consultant" I coached women to help them acquire the courage and skills they needed to advance in their careers. As an artist and teacher, I have encouraged women to take risks, go for success, and not let other people determine their future.
So when I saw the misogyny displayed by Donald Trump, I was appalled. And to think he is our President makes me ill.
Today, I marched again. Because I had to do something. Will it make a difference, perhaps not. But it made me feel better and now, I am forced to become an activist again. My cousin told me she is hand-writing a letter to every Senator. I haven't decided what I will do after this march but a friend just sent me this link and I will start doing something over the coming weeks.
If you are of like mind, perhaps you can join me. I know in the big picture, we are inconsequential but I saw a sign at the march that really encouraged me. It said " Tiny Snowflakes can cause Major Avalanches". I wish I took a photo of that!