Happy Women’s History Month! Since I wasn’t great at updating this blog last year, my goal is to write at least 2 posts this month related to activism and my identity as a woman. This one is the first in series.
When I lived in New Jersey, my place was about a 5-minute walk from a train station. I’d walk the busy path almost everyday, along with many people coming home from New York. Occasionally, I’d get a cat call – from men driving by. By the time I realize that it was directed at me, they’d been long gone. Continue reading