I have been alive longer with HIV than without. Sometimes my brain thinks I can do more than the limits of my body. I fully intended to march in DC, but my body said no.
I am a mother.
…a photographer.
…a partner.
…a human, and
I am tired.
I virtually march for my daughters, for humanity, and for the collective energy that radical love brings. I march in deep gratitude for the marginalized among us who are doing the most work to shine lights and hold mirrors. May we all find the strength, the peace, and the compassion to get through this ❤
Disability March 