What Hope Looks Like

Do you know those events that reaffirm your hope and trust in people? Those times where you think you should give up and move on, but something or someone inspires you to keep going? Those people who shake up your perspective and urge you to move forward?

I had the privilege to witness and be a part of one of those moments. I had the joy of attending the Women’s March in New York.

I have to admit, prior to going, a tiny voice in the back of my head shouted “what if it’s not as good as you think it’ll be? What if no one really shows up?”

To that tiny voice in the back of my head: how wrong you were.

Trains both to and from New York were packed with pink hats and signs. There was cheering on my train when we arrived at Grand Central. Walking into that main room was one of the greatest sights I have ever witnessed. The building was overflowing with marchers, some carrying signs, others passing out banners and buttons. Friends, family, and strangers embraced one another with smiles and open arms.

As we began to walk to the match, it dawned on me that this way really happening. All of these people came together to unite for a common cause. And it wasn’t just New York, social media accounts showed marches across the country and all around the world. I was overtaken by the sheer awe and amazement that I was going to be a part of history, that it was something I will be proud of for the rest of my life.

After it was over, I had a few people ask me, “what was your favorite part?”

I could’ve said the marching bands and jazz bands that played alongside us. I could’ve said all of the people and their signs. The chanting and singing and dancing. I could’ve said the knowledge that thousands of people were right behind me, and there were thousands more in front.I could’ve said that I got to be a part of the narrative, a part of a historic event.

But my favorite part happened right before we began to march. A little girl was with her family, and she was upset because she was tired and wanted to march. So to make her feel better, two marchers sat down on the ground with her and began to talk to her to try to cheer her up. And even though they were surrounded by people and chaos, it was if there was no one else in the world but them. They all talked and laughed, and it was in that moment that hope was restored for me.

But make no mistake, there’s more work to be done, especially by white women. We were the demographic who voted for Trump and people like him. We were some of the ones that created this problem, and alongside others, it is up to us to repair the damage. We caused part of the problem, now it’s up to us to try to fix it before it’s too late. Please help and fight for others who do not have a voice or a platform before ours is gone too.


Chapter 28: Hello Hurricane – Part Two

Happy Monday!

As I posted about yesterday, there’s been a forecast for a hurricane to hit the East Coast this week. Today, I can say that the forecast was predicted very accurately. My family has already lost power, and I have the sinking feeling that my school won’t be too far behind in following the blackout trend.

Sorry this post is a bit shorter than usual, but if I don’t lose power (knock on wood), then I’ll be sure to be up and blogging tomorrow!

Stay safe and keep dry! xxoo

Chapter 27: Hello Hurricane

Happy Sunday!

As many of you know, there’s been a forecast of a hurricane hitting the North this week, which not only includes my school, but my house as well. So far, classes haven’t been cancelled, unlike several other schools in the area and my schools’ back home, but here’s to hoping that I’ll wake up on a Monday morning only to find out that they’ve decided not to have classes. Hey, a girl can dream, right?

With the storm approaching  it means I may not have power, which in turn means no way of posting. If this does occur, know that as soon as the power flips back on, I’ll be back online and blogging away to make up for any lost time.

Have a great week, and for all of you who might be affected by Hurricane Sandy, stay safe!


Chapters 12 & 13: Forgotten, But Fixed

Happy Sunday to you all! If anyone is actually reading/following my posts, you’ll know that I’ve set myself a goal of writing a post everyday for the whole year.

Sadly, since I didn’t post yesterday…I already failed in reaching that goal. However, I thought of a solution to my problem, which is instead of writing a post on both Saturday and Sunday, on some weekends (such as this one), I will write one posts covering the two days. I like to think of it like a weekend recap, as a way to still keep up my goal of a year of posting without missing a day.

I don’t know which weekends will have one post, or which ones will have two separate posts yet, but I do know that no matter what, there will always be a post every weekday and one or two posts during the weekend.

But I know no matter what, that even if no one reads any of my posts, I’ll never stop posting. I’m a week and three days in, and I have no intention of backing out now.

However, if I lose power…well, that’s Mother Nature’s issue with my posting schedule, not my own. But you can count on the fact that I’ll be on and typing away the minute the lights come back on. xxooImage