My Valentines. This year was the first year making Valentines for Julianna's classmates. Nemo & Dory ones. She was super excited about it. Also, William had to work at the restaurant but he did manage to bring me a piece of tres leches cake. ❤
I'm terrible at taking pictures during actual occasions. So this picture of my face is being posted so I can tell you I talked at my towns Human Rights Commission, which was televised, so basically I'm famous now. (Famous for sounding like I'm about to burst out crying when public speaking, but whatevs.) I spoke about the local social justice group I founded, which had over 30 people attend at our last meeting! #WhatEvenIsMyLifeNow
Monday's are our "family day" aka the only day of the week William has off from work and we can all spend time together. We found this pretty cool place nearby that is helping us get through winter with fun stuff for the kids to do. I keep having to remind myself to breathe deep and focus on having fun with my family even if it feels like the world is falling down around us. I know I couldn't get through this incredibly stressful time without my family and I really am so lucky I've got these maniacs in my life.
"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door." #nobannowall Drawing by @drawnbymary
The things Julianna insisted on taking a nap with: a blue blanket, a cheetah blanket, her actual blanket for her bed, her bear, her cheetah, her dolphin, her cat, her piggy bank, and a credit card offer from Bank of America (for me, not for her). Clearly this is spiraling out of control.
you can not remain a war between what you want to say (who you really are). and what you should say (who you pretend to be). your mouth was not designed to eat itself. -split # I almost never read books of poetry but that might change after this one. Salt by Nayyirah Waheed is full of simple verses that describe the complexities of what it means to be a black woman. It is very powerful. I make it a point to listen to the voices of people who have different experiences than me, it's one of the best ways to learn, both about them and yourself.
The alt-right is now running a smear campaign on one of the Women's March co-chairs. Fuck them. #imarchwithlinda ALSO since Trump decided to bring back the gag rule, I am going to make the link in my bio an organization you can donate to to support women's rights globally.
Women's March on Chicago. What an incredible thing to be a part of. And now the real work begins!
I'm all up in my feelings today, as I am sure many of you are. I'm both devastated and angry. But yesterday I met with some incredible people and we came up with our actionable plan to resist the Trump agenda at both the state and local level. (Someone even brought this giant cookie.) And tomorrow I will march in Chicago with thousands of women and try to hold on to that enthusiasm for the next four years as I do everything in my power to protect our rights and the rights of all marginalized people. This is just the beginning, folks. "This is not a moment, it's the movement."
Just documenting these cute chunky baby feet before they turn into kid/teenager/man feet. 😩