23 January 2017
Today marks the 17th anniversary of my mom, Lucia Romano Preziotti’s death. For those who knew her personally–sadly only a handful of people left in my life–she was the kindest soul with the strongest heart, a believer in the underdog, and a supportive if quietly reserved #feminist. Born in the late 20s, a working woman in the late 40s, a wife and mother in the 60s and then again in the 70s, a working mom and student in the 80s, a retiree and traveler in the 90s, gone too early in the millennium. She was my champion and my best friend.
This weekend I honored her memory by participating in the historic Women’s March on Washington with some of my closest friends. And although we were not all walking side-by-side I could feel their spirit and positive energy in DC, San Francisco, New York, Berlin, Providence, and everywhere else around the world. These women who give me strength, who offer emotional love and support, women who make me laugh out loud and who challenge me to be my best self, women I am honored to call #sisters. These badass women who I am certain my mother would be excited and proud to hear are a part of my life. “This is what feminism looks like.”