I didn't get to meet you. I've seen photos and films of you, and marvelled at how much you reminded me of Elliot. Was I imagining it? Or did you really have something in common?
As I begin writing this article I am sitting on my balcony in a small town not too far from Geneva, with a beautiful view of the Swiss alps. I am listening to The Hip - Ahead by a Century, probably too loud. I don't care , I am feeling rebellious. Rebellious and nostalgic.
Rebellious and nostalgic and another feeling I can't quite place.
Saturday, across the globe, people participated in Women's Marches - this movement is not "just" for women, but for everyone. From Sydney, Australia to Vancouver, Canada, people gathered to march against intolerance, to take a stand for women's rights, minority rights, rights for lesbian, gay, transgender people, rights for disabled people, rights for immigrants… Continue reading I Did Not Go to the Women’s March