I remember that bus ride from Indianapolis to Philadelphia like it was yesterday. It was Oct. 25, 1997, the night before the Million Woman March. A group of us mothers, daughters, sisters and friends boarded a bus bound for history.

We rode through the night and arrived early that morning, pulling up to a YMCA to freshen up before heading to the march. The weather wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t matter. What I witnessed that day was more powerful than anything I could have ever imagined.

There were thousands upon thousands of beautiful Black women filling the streets of Philadelphia. Standing together in unity, power and love. I still remember hearing someone say, “Great Grandma taught Grandma, Grandma taught Mama, Mama taught me, and now I will teach you.” Those words have stayed with me

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