I marched for all women. Of all races, color, religion, backgrounds, and sexuality. We are all equal. So are men. And our children. I participated in the Women’s March because of my concerns on President Trump and his administration. But I’m hopeful and I support democracy. At the end of the day, we are all on the same team.
I support a woman’s right to her own body.
I support Science, those brilliant minds collecting data on climate change and studying weather patterning, who are trying to preserve this great world and all the creatures for future generations.
I support the hard-working, underpaid journalists that spend every waking hour to report the news, unbiased, to us. They spend hours away from their families, holidays and weekends for work, they dig and go further than most, their actions have integrity and merit. We need journalists. They are often not liked and berated. But the good ones, we need to support. Local and national.
I marched for love. I support the men who love women. I support the women who love women, and the men who love men.
I marched for my son. I will spend the rest of my life bringing up my son to be an informed, educated gentleman who treats everyone with respect.