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. Vulnerable?
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
"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping." — Mister Rogers Again. The feeling of anxious dread mixed with a horrible need to know. It starts with a message from someone… Continue reading After Paris, Look for the Helpers