(and asking the cops for directions- who says cops aren’t helpful??? Before we knew it we were on
I saw so many more incredible signs, so my phone ended up this awkwardly dangling
the crowd laugh and made me feel a little bit better...even though I was still totally lost.
or 6 years. She was there with some church friends, a church I’d gone to once where for Easter they
had everyone wash each others feet in remembrance of Jesus.
The welcome there was more genuine than any church I’ve ever been.
halfway across the country to college and didn’t know how I would do it, she said “take my suv’
and we got her to school.
were the same age and older.
be “Mark” (her husband) for the day and carry her purse. That I was there to help her when she was
hurting made me feel even better that I was there.
remember this march.
to be here with my sisters (and brothers) all 175,000 of them!
(and maybe that also says we need more good women in power!)
(we’d been waiting for at least 2 hours for a bus) I put my hands up against the bus and pleaded
“HELP US!!!” haha. (The people riding the bus got a kick out of my shenanigans) :P
Bus after bus came by that was going anywhere but where we were...and one of the church ladies
I was with yelled out “FUCK YOU!” when it wasn’t our bus… the enormous crowd that had gathered
was exhausted, but everyone laughed.…
soundtrack for the last few hours we were in the city, but I didn’t care.
with rain that was starting to fall was freezing us to the bone so I was so glad to get inside...FINALLY!)
We were warm in more than one way. And I was happy when her husband picked us up.
the next day STILL had her husband drove me over an hour to my park and ride to get to my car.
was said all over the world that the women's marches everywhere were peaceful.
(University Of Washington) people protesting...some in black, anarchists with bandannas covering
for it on top of it!
and the people who marched Friday....