The Women’s March On Austin

The Women’s March On Austin was probably one of the most important things I have ever done in my life. The march was a peaceful  protest to fight for women’s rights. There were so many people fighting with us and it was so inspiring to see them having their voices be heard.

The colors and noises were almost overwhelming. All around me were shouts and signs, women and men, shirts and hats. We weren’t just a crowd of individuals, but one movement coming together to take action. There was the boom of drums and symbols as we flooded the closed-off streets.

I watched the people on the sidewalks cheering us on as we passed them and continued. It was really heartwarming to see them supporting the cause. The organizers of it all were giving everyone stickers so they could count the mass of people swarming through the streets. It was estimated that there would be a turnout of 25,000 people, but there was much more than that. Almost 40,000 came to the march on that Saturday, 40,000 who came for the same reason.

I thought that the march was very well planned out, for there were no troubles of any kind. But there was a deeper meaning to me than just marching. I knew that I was standing up for my rights. I agreed with some of the chants we shouted: ”Women’s rights are human’s rights!”   I believe that everyone should be treated fairly no matter what their skin color, race, or gender is. In my opinion, we are all sharing this Earth, so we should share our rights too.

In school recently we read some of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I have a dream speech”, and I thought that it was absolutely wonderful. He proved that some people are treated horribly and there should be something done about it, and I agree with him.

The Women’s March On Austin was truly breathtaking, and I believe that I will remember that day forever.

(Photo: Mike Holp,


“I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low”…

– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

“I have a dream”

August 1963



Hill Country Weavers

Over the winter break, just before Christmas, my mom and sisters and I went down to South Congress avenue to get our aunt a gift. She enjoys sewing and knitting as a hobby, so we went to a wool store by the name of Hill Country Weavers.The place was nothing more than a small green house with a sign of chipped paint. The steps leading up to the front porch creaked softly when we walked up to the small door. But, as we all seem to learn sometime or another, you can never judge anything from the outside, or you will miss the sparkling gem that is inlaid deep in the heart of it.

The first thing I felt was the warm rush of air that enveloped me in a kind welcome. The next was the smell of fresh cotton and wool. But when I opened my eyes I saw it.

Tall wooden shelves were overflowing with every color and texture imaginable. The vibrance seemed to reach out to me, to touch deep into my heart and leave vivid memories that I describe to you now. For hours, it seemed, all I could do was stand in the doorway and admire it all.

I came to my senses and approached the beautiful textiles. They may have been the softest thing I have ever touched in my life.  Magnificent hats, scarves, and accessories were in the display windows, and I wished that day that I could have taken all of them home with me.
There was an entire section of the shop devoted to ombres. I watched with awe as the navy blues turned softly to deep purples and greens. My favorite was the wool that went from a cement gray to a light blue, for it looked like the ocean.

All of the beautiful weaving in the shop window’s reminded me of the things that we use to weave our life, loves, and hobbies. Some things that weave together my life and hold me together is flute, books, and family. But I realized that day that the things that weave our lives are just as vibrant as the threads in the store, and that they might even be brighter.