Wanted to repost this yesterday — again, from the road, sitting in a tour van, but marching in spirit. ❤️ //
year, I desperately wanted to go to D.C. and march with my friends, but I was on the road, in Anchorage to play our first Alaska gig. So instead I marched in Anchorage. Eight thousand people may not sound like much compared to D.C.'s half million and L.A.'s 750 thousand. But here, at one of the closest women's marches to the Arctic Circle, eight thousand people standing up for women in an endless snowstorm and barely-above-zero temperatures was moving beyond words.
I was going to post this photo last year and decided against it. But a lot has shifted for me since then. I can’t march today, because again, I’m on the road — I’m writing this on the Port Jefferson Ferry from CT to LI — but I’m on the road because I’m working, creating something that has meaning for me, growing an entity that employs talented people I believe in. Something positive, born of love, that’s incredibly challenging and uncertain every single day, but always worth it, because I’ve seen how it connects people. Thank you to everyone marching today — I’m with you in spirit, as an artist, a business owner, an immigrant, a mother, and a woman. (📷@krobertsak) #womensmarch