I was raised by a single Mom, until age 14 when I left home.
She was a feminist, humanitarian, writer, independent thinker and activist– so I came by my activist nature honestly.
It was a common event in my home to have groups of her engaged friends sitting around the kitchen table, passionately discussing current affairs or injustices and hatching plans to raise awareness.
My mother had no trouble speaking her mind, rocking the boat, or standing up for herself or others who could not. So, naturally, she raised her daughters the same way.
My childhood is full of stories of me defending the underdog or being sent to the office for asking too many questions of my teachers.
As I grew older, the injustices of the world entered my radar and I took certain causes to heart. As an empath, I felt others’ pain very deeply and tried to use my scrappy nature to help.
My earliest protests were often solo. Read More