There comes a moment when you realize that if you don’t stand for something, you stand for nothing. And though that may seem redundant, it’s absolutely a part of my parenting philosophy. Like many women who felt the joy, elation, interest, wonder, and excitement of witnessing a woman fight so hard to run the cornerstone of the “free world” be criminalized, reduced, hated, and destroyed so viciously... we began to wonder if we’re really safe in our own homes, communities and in this country. And to our sisters who are still sleeping, the answer is in fact “no” by the way… sorry. I mourned for weeks, unable to justify my purpose or even the empowering statements I used with my daughters to encourage them to see themselves as equal to their male counterparts. Please read the poem: Let's Stop Lying To Our Daughters
Thanksgiving was dark. Christmas was dark. New Year’s day was very dark. With the fall of our trust in healing communities like Pantsuit Nation and even seeing some family and friends as social media Judases, I began to wonder if any of what we do is really worth it.
But with the Women’s March on the horizon, I began to see hope. Hope that being a black woman in America is respected. Hope that white women and women of all colors can come together to create a feminism for all women. Hope that even if gradual changes and forward movement is slow, there are people like me who see the world as an opportunity for pushing equality for all people. This is why I decided to go to the Womens March on Washington. This is why I decided to take my daughters.
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I'm a former teacher and former college athlete, currently working to make life more equitable for all people. My mission is to get parents to partner with their child's teacher.
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