I tried to explain to my daughters what had happened while they slept. How our country had elected a racist, misogynist bully for a president. How there would not be a woman in the White House. How my Feminist Mommy slogans like “girls can do anything!” now sounded like feeble promises in a broken world of hate and fear.
In a time of fear and cynicism, it’s easy to feel powerless. But we could do this one thing—we could watch and hope, listen to the anthems, celebrate the warriors.