Monday morning gem of a read! Powerful writer!
A year ago, I attended the Women’s March here in Montreal in a rousing moment of sisterhood with women in so many other cities of the world. I wasn’t feeling very well that day, as my still undiagnosed disease was rapidly progressing. But I donned the pink pussyhat I had knit up, then took some painkillers and a lift downtown. Happily, I ran into many friends while there. Last weekend was another march. Because I had chemo two days before I wasn’t sure I’d be up to it, but those painkillers and another lift got me there again.
Me at the 2016 women’s march
As I’ve mentioned before, social justice issues have been a consuming passion of mine and a large part of my work in life. But when I got sick last year, I handed over all my work in anti-colonial issues to my amazing colleagues. For the next…
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