Rebirth of Slick…

August 20, 2019

Today, today is exactly 7 days away from “Move-In” Day. A bittersweet thought. Am I proud of my daughter for continuing her education? OF COURSE! We are still getting Acceptance Letters, months after we made our deposit to NJCU in Jersey City, New Jersey. She was just accepted into Barry U located in Miami Shores, which sounded like a DREAM to me but she’s set on being near New York City for internship and career opportunities, so Jersey City it is!

What will change in the next seven days? What will my house look like when we go from three humans to 2 humans? Will it feel empty? I usually come home to some really loud music playing on a speaker in her room, that’s how I keep my youthful edge and know all the words to Chief Keef and Lil Uzi Vert songs. When “NO CAP” became a phrase in my regular vocabulary, I needed her there to laugh at me and remind me that this wasn’t MY time. There is so much to think about, so little time to figure it all out.

I love watching the news with her. Asking her about current events and letting her explain her thoughts on politics, modern-day feminism and the water crisis plaguing communities across the nation. We didn’t always waste time laying around and laughing, she was my best friend for almost 19 years. She lived inside of me and then when she was outside of me, she would’ve crawled under my flesh to get back inside – that is how close we are… There is a very specific relationship when it comes to “only children” and siblings who have large age gaps, the primary caregiver usually is relied on for more than the basics – she relied on me to play with her, to watch Spongebob marathons until we both knew the words to every episode. I can still sing along to “It’s the BEST DAT EVERRRRR” and even worse the entire High School Musical soundtrack. I was a ballerina with her when she got Bella Dancerella, I did it all.

We can joke that “she’s only going an hour away” but if you drive in New Jersey, you know damn well that I could spend 15 minutes getting to the area and then at least an hour getting through Jersey City and forget looking for parking. So, don’t act like I am exaggerating. I am used to having her close enough that I trip over her. I know, I am carrying on, but I am pretty sure that is what we do during these times. Right?

I cry – a lot. Ask my sister who is usually the one who has to listen to said crying. What good does crying do? I end up with swollen eyes, a headache and it seems irrational. I don’t cry in front of Chloe (usually) but there are days when she catches me off guard, like yesterday. What was it? OH! I was walking around the house slouched over, a lot on my mind. She asks “Are you ok?” and I say “Yes! Why?” so she laughs, points at me and says “Look at you”. I look down, my loose bun falls out, hair tie hits the floor. I realize I am in big underwear that no longer fit me, a tee-shirt that is falling off my shoulders that I so cleverly knotted with a scrunchy and I am wearing two different flip flops, one black one white. “It looks like you are depressed” she giggles. As if that is a laughing matter.

INSERT AWKWARD SILENCE.

“No Chloe, I am not depressed” I snap back, “Can EVERYONE just give me some time to process things, this is a lot for Mom.” INSERT TEARS (both as I type right now and as I spoke those words to her) Referring to myself in the third person is a good indicator that I’ve lost my shit. Everyone, who is everyone? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU that is who. I am blaming everyone for me feeling the total opposite of what I am supposed to be feeling right now.

I know what you’re thinking too… If you follow me on social media, @LaDolceDeeDee, you are probably reading this like… Hmmmmm, I thought it was “HOT GIRL SUMMER” for Dee-Dee and what happened to “LIVING MY BEST LIFE”. Smoke and mirrors people. ROSE. COLORED. GLASSES. I hide a lot.

For the next 7 days, I will be posting here – the highs and lows of this all. What to expect when you are NOT expecting. Something for me to look back at as a sort of time capsule if you will. A diary of sorts.

“I got seven reasons, I don’t got four, five, six.” (070 Shake)

Today the reason I write is… I am heartbroken.

 

August 21, 2019

6 days to go… I cried myself to sleep last night. My husband, Jerome, had to do some work in the city so he left at about 5 pm and I never heard him come back in and Chloe left for the movies by 6 pm.

To keep myself occupied, I grabbed my recyclable grocery bags and shot over to the farm. Then hit up Stop & Shop. As I stood in the “Toiletry Aisle” just staring at the 100’s of brands and scents of deodorant I began to weep. I think to myself, “if someone else uses her deodorant, she will be so upset, I better buy a few” but I cannot remember which one was HER one.

I am overwhelmed and unsure about everything I know about my life when a man walks past me and we make eye contact. “Freddie” I whisper, embarrassed because I wonder if he will recognize me with a scarf tied into a knot on my head, denim overalls and glasses on.

He stops, “Dee-Dee, oh my God” and we hug.

When I left North Bergen, I lost contact with so many people. He was one of them. Through social media, we were able to reconnect and I eventually became friendly with his wife as well. A few years back, both he and his wife disappeared from my social media feeds and I never did see or hear from them again. I have done that at times, taken breaks from interaction with people through “devices” so I thought nothing of it until I saw his face that moment.

From what I could last recall, they lived 2 hours away from this little town where I reside. In my head, there was absolutely no reason he would be standing in my local grocery store.

The universe aligned.

We spent the next 30 minutes catching up on life. So much has happened for us both and it was a great conversation with someone who, I admit, I didn’t agree with on many things – especially politics. We laughed and yes, we both cried – a lot has happened in a few years. Finally, we exchanged numbers so we can try to get our families together at some point and then went our own ways.

He told me he is not embarrassed to admit he has crystals at home, because of me. He too believes in their powers. He meditates every night and is manifesting all good things. My friend Anayra, who I refer to as my “Goo” aka Guru, always says to be your true self because you never know who is watching or taking notes, you never know who you might be impacting or guiding down a path of enlightenment. She is right, as usual.

He was watching and emulating some of the things I do for my wellbeing so that he can create a more peaceful existence for himself and his family.

When I was standing in that aisle, eyes welled up with tears because I couldn’t remember my daughters specific deodorant, I felt so useless. I could hear Kanye, “YOU DON’T HAVE THE ANSWERS SWAY” in my head. Then, the universe intervened.

I walked out of the store with a smile and no deodorant. I think I will just let her handle that. I have to keep reminding myself, I am so much more than a mom. I have a whole identity outside of that title. I needed him standing right there in front of me to remind me of this, the universe aligns and things work out. This is just the beginning.

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August 22, 2019

5 Days Until College…

Today I woke up in a glorious mood. I got a great night of sleep, despite the 2:30 am a phone call from my baby to tell me she made it to her destination safely! I never mind a call from her. Nobody else better try it though. Once she was in, I was able to get another six hours straight sleep.

I have been back on my seven-step skincare regiment and it is time-consuming, but I have the time, and it is paying off. I know this is going to sound crazy, so bear with me, but… I have a friend on Instagram who I only actually know through Instagram. She isn’t a total stranger, I know she knows my daughter but we message all the time. She is constantly asking about my skin which makes me feel amazing. It’s the little things people. So, today I took a selfie in the bright sunlight and slid into her DM’s. She just gets me and now has me convinced that I do not look my age which could be dangerous. If I don’t look my age, why act it? AM I RIGHT? (What do 40-year-olds act like anyway?)

 

August 23, 2019

4 Days Until College…

August 23rd, a very special day in my life, the day my little girl was brought into this world. She is 18 years old today. Officially “an adult” but, I am not quite sure that is the way I see it. She will always be my baby. With all the madness surrounding college, the money we’ve spent the last few weeks and the exhaustion of getting things settled – I decided that I would getaway for the weekend. My niece, Latoya is 36 weeks pregnant and tonight is her baby “sprinkle” in Atlanta, GA. I am so honored to be the Godmother of her third child, Baby Ayah who is due to arrive in a few weeks. I just ran into, not 1 or 2 but 3 friends in Newark Airport. I love random encounters and it seems I am having more and more of them lately. I usually make a big deal about my daughter’s birthday, but this time around it seems like COLLEGE is the BIG DEAL. I asked Chloe if she minded me missing her 18th Birthday and she gave me her blessing. So, as much as it sucks being away, I am going!

My sister is with me, Tracey is so great party prepping and planning. I swear, she missed her calling as an event planner. Everything looks pristine.

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My niece has a beautiful home, custom-built to her liking. I am so proud to see all she has accomplished as a young entrepreneur. She is in the Entertainment business and if you aren’t following her yet, what are you waiting for? (@LatoyaForever on IG and link to Youtube in her BIO)

https://youtu.be/wZ4mxKtJxIQ Latoya Forever Vlog

We celebrate until about 2 am, which at 40 feels like I am “breaking night”. The party *which is also on YouTube (links below) was amazing!

I found out, Chloe ate her first Philly Cheesesteak today in Philadelphia. Thank you Ish!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!

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August 24, 2019

3 Days Until College

Oh, my sister. She loves me the most. I swear, all she wants to do it relax but I am up and already writing. I am excited to explore Atlanta. There is so much to do and only 24 hours left to do it all! Tracey was very excited about the “European Breakfast Buffet” in the hotel, I wasn’t sure what that meant so I did a little poking around on the World Wide Web, apparently it’s cured meats and cheeses, so this Vegan walked her ass to the CIRCLE K and bought a SABRA Hummus pack and called it a day.

One of my nearest and dearest friends, Tara, moved to Atlanta years ago and she just dropped her son off at college in Florida. She is a whole 4 hours away from him, meanwhile, I am crying for about 1 hour – so I am going to act solid today! She said she hadn’t cried once. It took about 15 minutes of us chatting poolside for us both to be sobbing and my sister laughing at us while gripping her heart because as a mother, she just gets it.

I sneak in a little “siesta” and then my sister and I hit the town. Atlanta has great energy, lots of things to see! Being from the city, having even lived in New York for a short time, it takes a lot for another city to impress me but it sure did the job. More than anything, I was grateful today. I am in great health, I can not only walk but run through a park for fun. I am with my sister who I have an amazing relationship with and my family is all healthy and happy. What more on EARTH can I ask for? It is a blessing. What a time to be alive!

August 25, 2019

2 Days Until College

It’s Sunday. I fly home. I cook and clean. I go to bed!

August 26, 2019

1 day Until College

Shit is so real. It is a Monday, which is my busy day in the office. We do some last-minute things like laundry and shopping. I watch her as she is packing. I have watched her pack for trips across the world, summers in Canada but this packing is much more thought out. She is packing with a purpose. She keeps handing me stuff to fold “good” and I love that she thinks I am such an impressive folder. I remember how much I loved folding her baby clothes, delicate and tiny. I ask her “will you sleep with mommy tonight?” and she looks over with a laugh, “yes mom, I will sleep in your bed”. I make her promise.

As we load up the car, nobody is saying anything. It is an awkward silence and I don’t like it at all. My husband typically takes on the role of the clown, but he is just quietly organizing the bins in our two trucks. I have never seen him like this, I never really considered his emotions much during this process. I start to feel guilty about that, so I stop to hug him on the lawn. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks and settle into his sweatshirt. “Come on, don’t cry in front of her… You have to be strong for her” he reminds me. I wipe away my tears and hide behind the truck until I pull it all the way together. I got this.

That night, Chloe and I cuddle while her father is out. Even though she ended up sleeping in her bed, I was able to hold onto her real tight for a few minutes and it was just fine. She is going to be just fine. I will be JUST FINE.

MOVE-IN DAY!

August 27, 2019

This is the moment we waited for, the moment she worked so hard for and I’d be lying if I said I was just sad. The truth is, as much as I am sad that she is going to sleep somewhere else tonight, I am so insanely proud. Let’s rewind 19 years, shall we? I can remember telling people I was pregnant and their reactions were so negative. Everyone counted me out. They counted her father out, and we are going on 20 years together. We would just end up another statistic, right? WRONG.

This isn’t some premature VICTORY LAP, I know this is just the start of this journey but she is taking a journey I never even CONSIDERED. College was “not for me” and nobody ever argued that with me except Mr. Steinberg, my High School English Teacher. That man insisted I had a talent and I would waste it if I didn’t go to college. My talent, writing.

The move-in was so organized and she had everything she needed. The dorm is more like a luxury apartment. She is in her element, I can see it immediately. This puts me at ease. My racing heart calms a little and it becomes fun. Meeting her suitemates and seeing the excitement on everyone’s faces. The DJ playing great music so everyone is moving with intention, I loved how the place was buzzing. Before I could even take it all in, she was set up and settled in. There was nothing left for mom and dad to do except say our good-byes.

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She walks us to the parking lot, she knows that we cannot do this in front of a crowd or it’ll go viral. Outside of the NJCU West Village Campus, I tell her, once again, how proud I am to be HER mother. I recite a line from “our song” to her in my best Nikki Minaj voice “GREATNESS IS WHAT WE ON DA BRINK OF” and we hug it out. I assure her that my tears are ALL tears of elation. Jerome shares a moment with her and then, the three of us hug. This hug lasts a little longer than most and it is a little tighter. As she begins her walk back to her building, she doesn’t look back. As soon as she is out of sight I make eye contact with my husband. I slowly begin to slide down the car door. My butt is on the hot black pavement and my back is against the truck. My head slumped between my knees. I am crying so hard it is inaudible. My husband successfully pulls me up and into his arms. We embrace and he assures me that this is the first day of the best of our lives. We laugh at my scene, it was dramatic and I am so glad she missed it. Once I can see again through these swollen eyes, we get into our cars and begin our solo journeys. Me, I go to work, why miss a day. Him, he goes sleep for the first time in 30 hours.

I have been inundated with messages of love. Thank you. Today was one of the best days in my life, despite the ache in my heart I am beaming with pride.

 

The REBIRTH

Hello to all my Lovies, OLD and NEW! I am so happy to be here on my old stomping grounds, the Love, The Undoing BlogSpot! You will be able to keep up with me and what I have been doing with all my newly found freedom.

Life has changed drastically since my last post and if you have followed me at the Daily Feels, you know this!

If not, stop on by there to check out some of what I had to say over the last two years!

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I will be here and on my ONE and ONLY Instagram page, My INSTAGRAM @LaDolceDeeDee

Please follow me there so you will know when I post!

Thank you for all the love and support and I hope to see you in the comments soon!

FIRST BLOG, TONIGHT!

2017 Lesson

I always like to take some time to reflect on the last 365 days on New Year’s Day. This year was the year of lessons learned by watching my friends and loved ones. I will be the first to admit that when I was a child, I needed to touch the stove to realize it was hot, regardless of how many times I was warned by my mom. These days, I watch the things happening around me closely. I think before speaking and acting. I try to make choices consciously. I manage my time, money and energy in a way that will leave me feeling better – not worse.

I have listened to people I care about cry, over and over, “why does this happen to me”? when none of what is happening to them is random. These are bright people who have had the luxury of education and still they do not realize that what is happening to them is a direct effect of the cause. Yes, cause and effect.

A very simple explanation: Cause and effect is a relationship between events or things, where one is the result of the other or others. This is a combination of action and reaction. Cause and Effect

Living life consciously, you will find that there is a healthy way to think things through without overthinking. There is an energy that you put into the world when you rush things that says they aren’t worth the wait. There is a vibration of restlessness that we give off when we make rash decisions. I believe in fate, stars aligning perfectly and all of that, but it doesn’t excuse common sense.

So, thank you 2017 for giving me patience. I wish for all my loved ones to have patience and strength when making decisions.

 

BREAKING NEWS: I AM A GODDESS

alva-1I recently traveled to Miami with some of my closest friends for an all girls getaway. Knowing I was going down to my favorite home away from home for some much needed rest and relaxation, I wanted to treat myself to a massage or spa day. As many of you know, I am a “vibes gyal”. (TRANSLATION: I feed off the “vibes”  or emotional signals a person gives out to those around them with their body language and social interactions.) In 39 years, I have experienced many massages and therapeutic treatments that left me feeling drained and no better than when I walked in. I attribute much of my subpar “massages” to the fact that, my body (which is my temple), was having a very intimate and personal experience with someone who I didn’t know, someone who wasn’t on an equal or higher vibration as me and the energy they gave off was the “Lady, I’m just doing my job here” and that exhausted me physically and emotionally.

Practicing Yoga and Meditation, I have discovered how important “touch” is (notice I didn’t say HUMAN TOUCH? I think touching a leaf, a tree, your pets, salt water, etc… is just as important to a full life as human touch!) and how much better it feels when the touch comes from someone who loves you or welcomes you. Having grown up in a Latino community, I was always meeting people and being kissed and hugged by complete strangers. It never felt awkward or wrong, it was equivalent to a handshake. Nothing intimate or personal about it. Unless, you were walking into your best friends Cuban house and Abuela reached for you. That was the touch I wanted, the hug that melts people together, where you can feel their heartbeat, hear her shallow breaths and smell her home cooked food in the fabric of her clothes.

Ahhhh…

Anyway, that was what I was looking for, a meaningful experience.

Instead of just booking the cheapest or closest to where I was staying, I took to the inter-web in search of a professional who practiced and believed in healing energy. I used all the “keywords” that I thought would best describe my wants and desires!

So, with hopes of finding “the one” I logged onto Google and typed healing energy vibrational sound aromatherapy tantric spiritual yoga crystal meditation healers massage Miami Florida then hit SEARCH. I went through each result, one by one. I was determined enough to make it to the second page and there she was, Michelle Alva. I checked out her website, went onto her Instagram and Facebook pages and carefully examined her posts. I felt connected to her immediately, so I reached out.

Michelle Alva Website

Michelle reached out to me that night and we had what she referred to as a “discovery phone call” and discussed the parts of my life that could benefit from some fine tuning. This was the first time someone actually took the time to get to know me as a human and not a customer or client before a therapeutic treatment. It made all the difference in the world.

Last week, on a warm sunny day in Miami, I got ready and went to have my session with Michelle. I was greeted at the door with a huge smile and a hug. Just entering that sacred space brought me an overwhelming feeling of love. Surrounded by instruments, flowers, essential oils and fresh air. There was sunlight, crystals, a Buddha, Mandalas and all the wonderful beautiful adornments that hold special places in my heart.

We sipped tea and discussed the process. I trusted her with my temple. I had no pressure or expectations, just trust.

For two hours I lost myself in this room. I left behind everything that did not serve me. My heart was wide open. My body was treated with respect and care. There was such passion in her touch. Paying attention to all of me. I was adorned with rose petals, potent, fresh, red rose petals. I was covered in oils, the sound of drums vibrating through my body. Chanting words of praise for me, I was a GODDESS. I was breathing with intention, three deep breaths in, holding and releasing the unwanted. Naked, surrendering to it all. Chimes and bowls, ringing and singing.

I AM A GODDESS.

I AM A GODDESS.

Inside a session…

I am so grateful that everything aligned and I found Michelle Alva. This was proof that the Universe is listening.

If you are ever in the Miami area, Key Biscayne to be exact, check her out! She is a beautiful soul providing an amazing experience for the universe!

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Sixteen Years Ago I Became a MOM!

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I can remember it like it was yesterday, I was in a beautiful L&D suite at the Palisades Medical Center in North Bergen facing the New York City skyline. I had a clear view of Lady Liberty and a room full of family who were enjoying watching me for the third day in full blown labor. I had Days of Our Lives playing and it was suddenly interrupted with BREAKING NEWS about a paraglider who got caught in the arm of the statue, I SHIT YOU NOT!

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/dramatic-statue-of-liberty-rescue/

That’s neither here nor there…

Jerome, my boyfriend at the time (and baby daddy to be) went to McDonald’s with my sister because, you know, I was taking too long… I really wasn’t feeling well and I wanted this child out, so I hit that NURSE call button, for the 723rd time.

Finally a nice young nurse, who had just about enough of me crying and screaming in agony, took it upon herself to stick what looked like a knitting needle up my lady parts and break my water. She noticed that the baby’s heartbeat had slowed down significantly and she called for the doctor immediately.

After three days of sitting and waiting for the epic moment that I deliver their first child, niece, grandchild, and great grandchild, everyone watched as they wheeled me away into a surgical room for an emergency C-Section. So much for that beautiful scene when she comes out and everyone cries as she is placed on my chest. It went more like this…

I see the ceiling passing, I am crying “Call Rome and tell him and Tracey to COME BACK NOW” then I fall asleep, a few hours later I wake up to my mom and sister (one on each side of me) crying… I am shaking and confused, still very sleepy. I ask, “IS SHE THE BOMB?” and they laugh, Tracey replies, “She is THE BOMB” and I fall back asleep for what seemed like four more hours. Eventually, I wake up, it was dark out, the room was empty except for 2 people, Jerome and a beautiful little baby. My baby, that I was seeing for the very first time.  WHAT A DAY!

I finally got to hold her, she was so small and beautiful. Healthy and perfect in every single way. I was emotional, happy, scared – EVERY emotion possible – I felt it in that moment!

So, here we are, she just celebrated her 16th Birthday. I made a collage of her life with over 200 pictures that I gathered from the last 16 years and as I cut and paste each one I cried. It seems impossible that 16 years have passed us already. She is now a little woman. I am more than proud of her. She is a respectful and loving human who just wants to enjoy life and make the most of each moment. She has been the best blessing and I wish her all the happiness in the WORLD!

Thank you all who have been a part of helping to mold her and show her the way. It takes a village and I am so glad you are part of our village!

Dee-Dee

 

STILL undone…

As some of you may know, my small business Love, The Undoing which was founded in 2013, hasn’t been active on social media in the last few months. The truth is, I am a firm believer in ENERGY. I believe that my art, holds my energy when I create. I believe when I create, I should be in a good spiritual place. I want the people who wear my bracelets to know that when it was created, my heart was IN IT… I always made sure my surroundings were clean and clear of chaos. I would burn white sage, sometimes I would meditate before creating. It was a process that I enjoyed and one that I knew my “Lovies” felt when they slid on their beads…

So, what is my “excuse”… I don’t have one… I have an honest answer to those of you have so lovingly asked me if I was done with LTU… I AM NOT… The store is still open (thank you to those who still loyally order!) and when I am in the right place to create with the energy that everyone deserves, I will create! The items that I list now were already made, or re-lists of unsold items.

So what have I been doing with my energy. I promise you it hasn’t been wasted! When I created my vision board in January, I was committed to becoming more socially active and take this time with my daughter as a times we can look back at as life lessons and love shared.

Having said that, I have devoted a lot of time to my family. (Having a teenage daughter has been so emotional!)

I have been participating in things that feel right – RIGHT NOW. I marched with the WOMEN and I protested and sat in on meetings with NJ11thForChange. But, most importantly I have become a citizen with a voice! I have been very active in reaching out to our representatives on many issues that I am passionate about. I have gone to some great “town-hall” meetings around my state and met some amazing, passionate people who have shown me the ropes of this messy game of politics. I have learned of ways to help protect things that I hold dear, like women’s rights, and have worked to further protect some of the issues that matter most to me! Some of my favorite groups are Just Leadership USA which works on reforming the criminal justice system and specifically to #CLOSERIKERS. How to help #CloseRikers

NAMI which works to raise awareness for Mental Health issues and funds resources for the mentally ill and their caregivers! Explore NAMI

I have ALSO become a BIG SISTER through Big Brothers Big Sisters of Northern NJ! This has been a process and it required a little work on my end because of the importance of this “job” but knowing the lives you may impact in the end makes it so WORTH IT! Check it out and see if you are ready to be a BIG!!! Check it out!!!

I can finally publically say that I am a vegetarian (almost VEGAN, DAMN YOU CHEESE!) for my own reasons that I wouldn’t push on anyone else… But, that in itself was empowering! For a long time, I was conflicted with telling people. It was such a personal (long) journey that I wanted to be sure I was confident before I shared it with others. I was still holding on to poultry as my “meat” but, gave that up last year and the rest is history!

All in all, it has been a very emotional year so far, to set aside something I love so much, but I felt that I had to take some time off to actually ACT on the change I want to see in the world!

I am sure it is no secret to you all that a fire has been ignited inside me and I need to follow my heart… As I would encourage any of you to do as well! I will be back at it soon, but for now, I am staying the course and seeing this through!!!

 

 

#DAYWITHOUTWOMEN


I know, the March wasn’t YOUR March and #DayWithoutWomen isn’t your DAY. Good for you! If you are a true American, you recognize the beauty of peaceful protest, equally I support YOUR RIGHT to protest my protest! I just ask that, before voicing your opinion you take a brief look in our HISTORY. It is simple, EVERY major social movement has faced some form of protest. (think abolitionist, suffragette and Civil Rights movements – to highlight a few!) So, please spare ME your rhetoric about today NOT being your day to stand in solidarity with women.

When I was a student learning about Women’s Rights Activists, I always imagined that, had I been there in those times I too would have participated. Who would have thought that in 2017 I would have the chance to stand with millions of women in solidarity!

I think of Susan B. Anthony, in 1872, walking to a barber shop demanding to be registered to vote and forcing the Supreme Court to acknowledge the 14th Amendment be extended to women. It wasn’t an easy fight for her and her followers, they had their share of “It’s NOT MY MARCH” people as well. They faced jail time, fines, trials for “illegal voting” and were considered criminals for wanting equality – 145 years ago! Susan B. Anthony wasn’t even allowed to speak in her own defense inside the court house, simply because she was a woman. I have women like S.B. Anthony to thank for the RIGHT to walk into a Middle School in Pompton Lakes, New Jersey, and cast my vote on November 8, 2016.

Some of my favorite chapters in history books center around strong women who have fought for our rights, whether it is our reproductive rights, fair treatment in the workplace, our right to vote, the right to obtain an equal education to our male counterparts, our right to own property OR EVEN KEEP OUR PAYCHECKS!

Much of the confusion surrounding these organized marches and protests is the motive or hopeful outcome. I can only speak for myself when I say that my motives are to help bring attention to matters that are important to ME!

So, I understand that #DayWithoutWomen may not be YOUR thing, and that is fine, but it is also International Women’s Day and it is WOMENS MONTH, and this “thing” is MY THING. I wholeheartedly believe, regardless if you stand with us or against us, you will somehow benefit from our activism and actions in the long run.

I wish for everyone to feel the great sense of community and solidarity that I feel when I participate in these “marches” and organized movements. It is a reminder that we didn’t get this far being silent.

 

Have a GREAT day LADIES!