The entire fall was an emotional time for me with all the hormones so everything happening with politics was just depressing me even more. The Women's March finally felt like something really good and i finally felt really really strong about something because I was a part of it. Isla and I didn't join the actual march (she was a month old and I was still death gripping the stroller handle bar) but we did walk beside it and up behind the barricades to check it all out at Trump Tower. I wanted to be a part of something big and I wanted her with me. it was just me, Isla and my mom. Our first march.