This Is What Activism Looks Like
OK Folks, take a deep breath and enjoy this amazing moment. This is one big fat victory, so revel in it. I sure am! It's hard to believe that January 15 was less than 10 weeks ago. On that sunny Sunday, three [...]
When We Grow Weary
I'm glad to find out that I'm not the only one that's suffering from a bit of Resistance Fatigue. I thought maybe I was an activist wimp, good for a couple protests, but not much more. I admit I was [...]
Why We Protest
Sometimes we need a little literary inspiration. My sister shared this with me and I think it fits the bill. “Protest” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1914 book Poems of Problems To sin by silence, when [...]
Storming the Beach
The objective was simple – gather enough people at Ocean Beach to spell out the word RESIST with our bodies. Brad Newsham, a local activist, has organized similar protests in the past. Talk about a beautiful day. The [...]
Not So Small Victories
What a difference a week makes! It was just a week ago Friday when we were struck dumb when 45 issued the "Muslim Ban". Many of us took to the airports and the streets to protest this unconscionable Executive Order. [...]
Couples That March Together Stay Together
Last Sunday Nick scrambled to make me a sign for the SFO protest. Up until then I had felt his quiet support for what I was doing, but it was definitely "my thing." Now it's a week later and Nick [...]
Is This Really How I Want to Spend My Weekends?
To be completely honest, the answer is no. But here I am. One thing has become apparent very quickly, if I'm going to do this, it will require a commitment to a lifestyle of resistance. What does that lifestyle look like? In this [...]
Women’s March on Washington
The Women's March on Washington already feels like a lifetime ago. The event itself was surreal. It's beyond my ability to describe what it's like to be inside a crowd of 500,000 people. As a participant, I didn't experience 500,000 people. [...]
Salt Lake City
Salt Lake City - The Power of Unintended Consequences I woke up on the morning of December 19 with no plans for air travel that day, but here it was, 9:00pm on a Sunday night and I was on a [...]
Day 10
I still haven't stopped crying. I don't cry all day anymore, but the least little thing can set me off. Nick thinks it's a form of PTSD, I think he might be right. It's not as bad as those first [...]