It’s been just a year since the Women’s March in January, 2017. During that year I decided to run for office, knocked on doors, crafted policy statements, and was elected to local office. That’s my story. Behind other doors lay other stories: of sexual assault, harassment, mansplaining and diminishment, and every shape and form of bad behavior, policy, and pattern that necessitated the need for a woman’s march. We lived through the MeToo movement, and now Time’s Up. Through it all we relived our past and present pain, and wanted to believe that this year would be the one when it would end. Continue reading
I have been struggling with this post for a week now. It has been written and rewritten a dozen times. I am torn between expressing the anger and disappointment I’m feeling and a contrary pull to wait and see. In the end the need to speak out won in my internal battle. Some of my readers will agree with me, while others will not. This is not a political missive. It’s a call for decency and tolerance.