I march because although my body is broken, every cell of my body can still fight for the preservation of the dignity, freedom and rights of all, especially that of women, of children, of LGBTQ people; of people with disabilities of every kind; people of beliefs of every kind, backgrounds of every kind and colors of every kind; people who have been over-generalized, marginalized, maligned, harassed and harmed. My body might be broken, but my spirit marches within the larger body of our community, of our shared humanity. Love Trumps Hate.

I’m a mother, artist, Zen priest, sexual abuse survivor and I am disabled by Ehlers-Danlos type 3, UCTD, Dysautonomia and Fibromyalgia.