I have a large glass jar of embroidery thread on my coffee table, the size of a small bucket and filled to the brim. The glass is mostly frosted, except for a clear inch at the bottom. I find all glass beautiful, even shards of broken windshield scattered on cement.
Read MoreSince then, I have had the deepest, most feminist, political, openhearted and beautiful conversations of my life. Often, these are random conversations with strangers or acquaintances. A shared humanity of choosing not to normalize what we know to be against core values of human decency. So we speak and we march. We knit and crochet. We make phone calls and we write postcards. We make art. We laugh and make jokes. We say over and over again- “I can’t stay silent.”
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