Roses have always been my favorite flower. My maternal grandmother constantly brought roses from her bush to my mother in a glass vase. I grew up Catholic, and Saint Thérèse of Lisieux shaped my early years. "The Little Flower," who sent "a shower of roses," "doing good upon earth." Their aroma evokes a sense of peace within my soul.

But today, it is their association with resistance that feels most appropriate. As fascism rears its ugly head, our resistance is the only guard against it. The approaching assault on our freedoms, our liberties, is humbling. Yet, united, we cannot fall. We must resist authoritarian impulses, push back against the capitalistic greed that has divided us, and fight for the freedom of all. Though rose petals are delicate, their thorns still sting. They only want to divide us. Resist.