03/09/2026
These photos hold three generations:
grandmothers, a mother, and a daughter.
The threads of care, courage, and uncompromising love that run between us.
Since my daughter was small, I’ve sung her a lullaby (credit unknown) that feels part mantra, part promise, part spell dreamed into being:
I am strong, I am loved, I am enough.
I have strength in my voice and I am tough.
I am beautiful, creative, and I know just who I am.
I am special because I am me.
And I walk this earth with confidence and peace.
A small song — but also a hope.
A hope for a world where:
• leadership reflects gender equity and shared power
• caregiving and care professions — work still largely carried by women — are valued and supported
• women’s health concerns are taken seriously, researched, and resourced
• choices to mother, parent, or not are each respected
• and where gender justice includes all women and gender-diverse people, recognizing the ways gender intersects with race, culture, colonial histories, and sexuality.
Most of all, I hope she grows up in a world where we no longer have to demand the most basic human rights.
This lullaby carries the voices of the women who came before her — her grandmothers, her ancestors — and the world I hope she will walk into.
May she grow knowing she is strong, loved, and enough.
And may she walk this earth with confidence and peace.
