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As I was standing in Queen’s Park today in Toronto, surrounded by hundreds of other women and children and men, I couldn’t help but think about standing on the Mall in 
Washington in the 1980s with my friend Laurie and her little son Michael and hundreds and hundreds of other women, children and men marching about the very same issues that we were marching about today. As the last line of one woman’s sign today read, “I don’t believe I have to be here marching about this same f_ _ _ _ing shit again.” But there it is, that’s the job that this latest election has laid on us, once again.
Today there were many, many of us veterans to these marches and to these causes but, hearteningly so, there were that many more
Something for all of us to remember.in these troubled times
young women with a piss and attitude that I don’t think we had all those years — or at least not me. And maybe, they get to have that attitude because of the groundwork that we did all those years ago.
The real benefit of today’s march for me was that it gave me the first bit of light and hope that I’ve felt since that election in November. People were loud and driven and pissed and happy at the same time. There was an energy there that I don’t think can get dissipated easily. I love that this was being repeated all around the world. Someone said that there was at least one march in each of the continents. That’s a lot of folks saying No and No again.
Here is a small sampling of the buttons and banners that were flying high over the crowd today. I didn’t get a picture of one that a little girl about age five had that said “Love Trumps Hate” but she had pencilled in, under Love, “And Unicorns.” Maybe that’s what this world needs — more unicorns!
My Neighbour, Jess, was carrying this. Her son, and my buddy, Finn, age 8, had made it for him to carry but he wasn’t there yet.
Annie's Odyssey 
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I love you, Ann. I love that we became friends by walking 350 kms together. And we are still walking! Downtown Seattle the March was so long that people were still starting while others were completing–ending count 175,000–they had expected 50-70. Oh well–we are more than we even hoped for.
I hope that there is someone(s) who can keep this going because it’s going to be a long haul. My personal challenge is just to stay out of the negative hopelessness that the reading the media gives me and remember that “…broken things can be mended.”