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Not Backing Down

By Linda Amrani There were four of us–my husband, son, and son’s friend joining me–so we drove to Washington DC (more economical). At our rest stop in Maryland we got the first inkling of what the day w...
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I’ll Remember This Day Forever

By Sarah Huck Azulai When I heard about the Women’s March on Washington, I really wanted to go. Although there was a march slated for NYC, something about standing in the nation’s capital, voicing my hopes du...
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The Force was with Us

By Patricia Kuusisto The sky was clear cloudless blue, The silver gray steel high and mighty And the throngs of pink hats attached to white, red, black brown placards and faces held by the generations Paid homage to Moth...

I Marched with My Son

By Lindsay Jankun-Harsch Yesterday my six-year-old son and I marched in a sister march in Poughkeepsie, NY. We marched because I want my son to know that when someone does or says something wrong, you call them on it, no...

Memories for a Lifetime

By Jill Knox Yesterday I marched with other a group of family members (and a friend), including my aunt who was there with her daughter and granddaughter. There have been three times in my life when walking filled me wit...

Proud to have Marched

By Angela Richardson I attended the Women’s March in Boston. I went to stand up against the hatred, bigotry, racism that I feel Trump represents. I was in tears as I neared the Commons, the sense of relief and comm...

When Women March

By Meghan Gleason They should be afraid of us, When we take to the streets We make history… From our kitchens and dens We walked With babies at our sides And our men behind us We took to the streets …

Two Poems

never in my life By Adrian Arancibia this evening reaches out like an empty hand though mine are full beer scraping sighs winding down this evening like so many evenings before it writes a story, a poem little anecdotes,...