By the time you’re reading this I’ll be on a flight headed to Philly with my sister and bestie. We’re meeting up with my other sister and friends in the City of Brotherly Love before caravanning to the Women’s March on D.C. where an even larger Sisterhood awaits. We’ll be there with pink pussy hats in hand and open hearts ready to march in solidarity. I get teary eyed just thinking about it.    I march for my daughter. May she grow up to know equality and justice for all regardless of race, sexual or gender orientation, different abilities and religion.   I march for my mother who at the tender age of 16 lived on her own and forged on raising three independent daughters…