Pussy Hats Galore

As we parked the car at the Rapid Transit station, I was a little sad to see it wasn't as packed as it was for last year's Women's March.

I needn't have worried.

(Mayor Tom L. Johnson behind me)

We boarded the train and easily found a seat, but it continued to fill up, and was standing room only by the time we arrived downtown.

And as we gathered in Public Square, I saw that there were, in fact, a crap-ton of people assembled and ready to rally.

The Cleveland Police Department estimates 7,000 people marched today, considerably less than the 15,000 who did so last year, but still a respectable number.

As he did last year, Mr. Ginley marched beside me and my fellow re-sisters, as did many other husbands, fathers and brothers.

For anyone who hasn't been there, it's difficult to describe the rush that comes from the collective energy generated by these women and men. It is an amazing feeling, especially after all of the horrific events inflicted on us by our government this past year.

The signs the crowd carried ranged from poignant to hilarious. My personal favorite, as it was last year, is "Love Trumps Hate." I also like, "I'm With Her," the poster that features a photo of the Statue of Liberty.

Photos courtesy of Mr. Ginley

Although, I have to say, I was tickled by the sign that read, "Feminism is my second favorite F word."

I believe we took to the streets for many reasons. To safeguard women's rights, certainly. But also to fight for our environment, for DACA, for civility and for simple human kindness.

Judging by comments on social media, there is a lot of vitriol being thrown at those who marched.

I don't give a fat rat's ass.

I was in exquisite company today. I'm proud to march with my sisters. I believe in them. I am buoyed by them. They inspire me.

And there's no place else I would have rather been today than marching by their side.