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Resistance Is Fertile

Here it comes... The Women's March on Washington happens next weekend! By all accounts, this hastily thrown-together, leaderless riot of women in hand-knitted pussy hats is now better organized, larger, and equipped with a clearer, stronger, more popular political platform than the incoming presidential administration which, if you haven't heard, is trying to pull together a lackluster inauguration the same weekend.

Ooh, the drama!

There is nothing like a real and present danger--an actual, nightmarish, looming monster that has crawled straight out of reality television to threaten the continued existence of democracy--to inspire bold and creative action.

In fiction and in life, conflict drives the story.

This time is ripe for new and bold narratives. What happens next?

If you plan on going to Washington or a local gathering next weekend, all my love and more power to you! And there are other ways to live and breathe in solidarity this month, even for those of us whose marching and sign-holding days are over, and for those of us who communicate most authentically in other ways.

Simply resisting the dominant narrative is a statement in itself. If you simply stay home and take care of yourself, make a child smile, learn how to cook something delicious and healthy, celebrate any part of life that doesn't feed the capitalist machine or give your attention to narcissist celebrity Putin-puppets--you are part of the resistance!

Next weekend, I'll be building community, networking with expert storytellers, and supporting children and families. I will throw a birthday party for my daughter, host my actual neighbors at a gathering completely isolated from political pageantry, attend an all-day writing conference to sharpen my craft and marketing strategies for my feminist narrative work, and volunteer to teach a radical, non-creedal Sunday school class for children about JUSTICE. (Last Sunday, they voluntarily play-acted scenarios of being excluded or bullied and ended class by spontaneously singing the theme song to Iron Man and drawing superhero masks.)

I ain't canceling MY plans for no political shit show.

But if you DON'T have plans and you just wanna join your sisters in fist raising, get on Facebook and ask in any women's networking or activist group who's got a seat on a bus. Grab a pussy hat, get on board, and crash the party. We gain strength with every form of resistance.

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