The day after our new president was inaugurated, I marched in Washington, D.C with over 500,000 others to protest Donald Trump.
Mothers, husbands, wives, sons, daughters and grandparents joined together in solidarity.
There were clever signs, songs, and love between all who participated in something so huge.
Thousands wore pink “pussy hats” tirelessly knitted by many to symbolize Donald Trump’s crude phrases that went viral on Access Hollywood. We met on planes and trains and in subways, and metro stations, chanting in defiance.
The marches took place in cities across the country and around the world.
We marched to protect our civil and reproductive rights.
We marched to make our voices heard.
And in the process, we grew stronger, and our voices louder.