It really seems as if that acid tab from 24 years ago is finally kicking in. #alternatereality
As of yesterday morning, plans were to get Mags to volleyball practice, get fruit for the next day’s tournament, do a check at juvenile hall and clean the house. In support of all the women’s marches over the world, I wore my Human Rights Campaign “Love Conquers Hate” cap and my November 8 ” Pussy Grabs Back” tshirt. I sat in my car, about to get out to watch Maggie’s practice when the SF Women’s March became a reality. Plans quickly shifted and a few hours later I was off to Oakland to catch Bart with Susan. 
Susan and I arrived at the BART station, the supportive and energetic electricity buzzing. In the city, pink EVERYWHERE, joyous faces EVERYWHERE. The sisterhood of women, men and children flowed. It didn’t MATTER that we were 50 feet away from the speaker yet couldn’t understand her, we were HERE. We were taking a stand with millions of sisters around the globe. A stand against sexism, misogyny, racism, fascism, and all-around assholery. The rain didn’t matter, it was GLORIOUS, and though it’s taken 22 years since moving to California, I’ve finally become a demonstrator. So proud. #notSAD!
I was so pumped and my heart raced so fiercely, I couldn’t sleep till after 2:00 a.m., despite a 5:14 alarm. Up we stood, to volleyball by 7:15 we managed. Maggie and her teammates played fiercely. There’s something so different, at least to me, about club versus school teams.
After 11 hours, 10 of them at volleyball, I was home again. Quick, exhilarating shower, then mags and I watched Zootopia while Ethan worked on his paper. I’m so damn lucky to have such incredible kids.
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