In the summer of 2016 I went to Home Depot to buy a wooden plank to lay across the top of the washer and dryer where my kitchen counter should be. I had just moved into a very old, new-to-me home, and I was lucky to even have a washer and dryer in the tiny space. There was no insulation and no heat, but it was close to my job on the Square and the rent was cheap.
I marched in the Women’s March - I had been looking forward to it since the election.
It was a piece of hope I held onto, tightly. You see, I have been passionate about women’s rights, reproductive rights, racial reconciliation, and LGBTQ rights for a long time, since before “it was cool.” I think I was passionate about social justices before I knew what they were or what they actually meant in this country and the world.
