May 17 is International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia.
#PostcardsfromtheWorld. Search that hashtag and you’ll find snaps from some of the most exotic, gorgeous, drool-worthy locations on the globe. Sites like Travel + Leisure have been letting us go on virtual vacations for weeks now, knowing that no one is going on a real life vacation any time soon. We all sit inside, scrolling from one incredible photo to the next, dreaming of the day we get to visit Phuket, Rome, Belize, Patagonia, Madrid, South Africa or Palm Springs. All we want is OUT! Out of our current situation. Out of our houses. Away from the coronavirus and the news and the deaths and destruction.
NOTE: A version of this was originally published on February 20, 2020 on Medium. I feel like it is more important than ever to acknowledge our service workers, our “essential” workers who are keeping the country running while deal with COVID-19. This has been updated and edited.
It all feels so out of control. And, this lack of control feels different because there’s no real way to stop it at the moment. It’s like we’re all in a massive group project where the majority of the group is doing what they’re assigned, but the ones that aren’t are causing previously unimaginable problems and threatening to derail the entire project. I knew there was a reason I hated group projects!
My maternal grandfather called us “strong-willed women”. It was a point of pride with him. I come from a long line of strong-willed women, on both sides of my family, and I am better for it. I mean, there is literally a park in my dad’s hometown named after my grandmother. Pennington Park was a piece of land, owned for many years by my grandparents. After my grandmother’s death, they turned it into a park for the arts and music. So let me tell you about the amazing women in my family.