As you know, the March for Our Lives happened this past weekend. Several of the writers for our community attended the march and shared that it was an incredibly moving and powerful experience. We have so much hope for the young people that are our future.
One of the writers from our team that attended is Cheryl Lage, the mother of teenage twins that attend public high schools in the Richmond area.
The night before the march, she shared this.
Last night, as I was leaning over to kiss Darren goodnight before departing his room, he asked, “Why are you going to the march in DC?”
He and his sister are participating in our city’s companionate march. He was—and perhaps still is—rightly curious as to why I (who treasures every opportunity to sleep in) am going to be up and on a bus by 6:30am tomorrow en route to our nation’s capital.