Why I March

I woke up early this morning ruminating on why I am marching.  

I am marching because I know how it feels to be grabbed, groped and kissed by a man in a position of power.

I am marching to give a voice to that young woman who felt powerless to speak up over 25 years ago.

I am marching to celebrate the wiser and more confidant woman I am today.

I am marching so that my daughter will feel confident to stand up for what she wants to as well.

Peace my friends -