Friday, January 20, 2017


The high school's bells tolled 11 a.m. two minutes early, a jump start, a skip, an extra long stride. My cat sits on the back of the sofa watching birds as I type this directly into the window and wait for my hair to dry a little bit before I leave the house.


At least a dozen of my friends are going to Washington, D.C., to march for women's rights tomorrow. I did my marching at a "sister march" closer to home on Sunday with a young friend.

Today, I'm going to be selfish and (mostly) silent. I watch a lot of films but rarely see them in the theater. Today is a day to sit in the dark and watch movement splash across a large screen. All day.