It’s one of those days: how can I not be distracted?

My friends are sending photos of their plane ride into DC – it’s packed with women. All day texts keep me up with the events as they unfold. My daughter, Ariella, is in DC face-timing me from the Women’s March. Other texts come in from Boston, where many more are gathered.

And I am here, taking all of this energy and sewing into my piece.