Where were you?

When we rose up and declared we would not go quietly into the night?

Yesterday, we were making History, or Herstory – whichever you like.

I had a blog planned for today – ghosts, rainbows, puppies, and butterflies. You know, the kind I  usually write. Unless I’m writing about depression – but that’s totally another blog for another time.

Here’s the thing. I was a mess this last week (as hundreds of thousands were) – even more so than during the election. I felt the anguish my friends were posting, I cried buckets. I jeered at the utter stupidity of this new regime, and took a ton of antacids.

Really  – an entire bottle of antacids.

Leading up to and on the day of inauguration, I promised Sandy I would stay off social media. She’s the one who has to put me back together in the evenings when she gets home from work. She’s the one that’s worried when I’m so upset my chest hurts. She’s the one. Period.

But I didn’t – stay off social media that is. I felt helpless and  yes, hopeless. I was born in the sixties and never marched in anything or for any cause. Was it because I didn’t believe in them? Hell no. It was because I was raised in an era where my mother believed it was better to be seen and not heard. I was raised by a woman who insisted we not make waves. I was advised to be a “sheep” and be happier. Do I blame her?  Absolutely not. It was the way she’d grown up and the values that were handed down by  her own mother.

I read the absolute garbage they want to hand us as truth. I am appalled by the denial I’m seeing. I know all about denial personally, but this is a level I’ve never seen before – half the nation is in it. And being mean about it too.

I was physically sick, and on the verge of going to the hospital for my chest pains.

I’m having horrible visions, and being told to “suck it up.” There’s nothing you can do about it now. Quit whining. Oh, and let’s not forget being called “stupid, and a loser.”


I’m heartbroken for our country.  Do I believe that we needed change? Absolutely – but to hand it to this man – who time after time – proved he wasn’t worthy to hold the highest office. I just can’t.

Jesus, they wanted to impeach Bill Clinton for a B.J. and here stands our new president whom had several (very public) affairs – who was on tape – belittling and  abusing his power over women. And I don’t want to list all his other transgressions – I just can’t.

Is it personal? Am I only looking at his faults? Am I twisting the facts?

Nah. They’re right there on film for anyone to see.

Now they’re screaming that it’s all the Media’s fault – and his people shouldn’t listen.  I hear the propagation machine revving up. I’m waiting for the flyers to come streaming out of the sky.

But I did have HOPE yesterday.

My feed was FULL of positive energy – full of my friends who marched. Who showed we were NOT going quietly – who were NOT going to lay down and take it.

And he wants to argue his party was bigger.

Then a friend shared a link of Ashley Judd reciting Nina Donovan’s poem – and I KNEW, just knew – that I was witnessing something so much bigger than ourselves. We CAN be the catalyst.

I’ve played the video ten times at least. I then played it for Sandy, and I’m going to share and play it again, again, and again.

I had chills and I cried, for a good reason. Here is something I can shout from the rooftops.


And while I was looking for that particular link – the regime is already firing back.

“Ashley Judd is nuts.”  Another one: “The women trashed our streets.”  The insults are out and more are coming. Ridiculous – as what I’ve come to expect.

The new Press Secretary  is insulting the media.

Really?  I mean, really? Does he have any inkling of how stupid ignorant that is?

Am I going to share those links?

Hell no. I won’t give them one iota of my energy.

I am proud today. More important – I feel empowered today.


Thank you all who made it marches all over the country. Thank you for standing up for me. Thank you for standing up for our daughters.

Thank you for standing up to the new regime.

Just – thank you from the bottom of my heart.




  1. My wife and I participated in the Womxn’s March in Bellingham, Washington. It was uplifting. I wrote a short article “What I Learned…” on my FB page for women and their allies facebook.com/TogetherWomenCan Posted photos on pinterest.com/ayawalksfar Bellingham March Board. To view lots of photos, hear comments and listen to uplifting speeches go to the Womxn’s March in Bellingham Facebook page. It’s great. We need all the inspiration we can get. We don’t have time to feel helpless. We must prepare for the storm. Write and call your congress people/senators, too. Together we can do this. We can save our nation.

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  2. 13 hours on a bus from Michigan to Washington D.C., on a bus that continued to overheat and shut down all the way there and back. We were there marching in the streets even before the march began. We were there among a sea of pink hats, anger, sadness, hope, and statement. We were there when we kept getting turned away from every route into the rally because the streets were so full that no one could move. We were there, walking with half a million other women, men, and children. it didn’t matter what color you were, what religion, what ethnicity, what political leaning, where you were from, what economic bracket you were in or what age you were…we were there. We protested the lies that have been perpetrated on us, culminating into this point in history. And we protested the lies that continue to spew forth from the newest mouthpiece for the worst parts of society. You can complain about us, you can deny our strength in numbers and the power of our voices, but we were there. You can claim that you are the best and most popular but we all know the truth. You lost and in the end, we all lost with you. January 21st, 2017 was a moment in history that generations of women will talk about, that history books will record, and that the entire world participated in across every single continent. And when I sit at the end of my life, when my hands can no longer write the words and my heart is too heavy with loss and age, I can say to myself “I was there”.

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  3. My wife and I drove two hours over the mountains to meet up with two dear friends for the march in Colorado Springs. Our numbers there were relatively small from what I’ve seen of other marches, but the empowering solidarity and certainty of our purpose was fantastic. I was also very pleased at the presence of so many men. As we walked through the downtown streets, people came out of the shops to applaud and the folks in their cars that were halted by our march honked and waved in support and many videoed us as we chanted, “This is what democracy looks like” and “No hate. No fear. Everyone is welcome here.”

    Even as social media connects us in ways never experienced before, we are still alone as we click “like” or send out tweets. These kinds of actions are what we need to find the courage to stand up for change and to remind ourselves that we are not alone. We are the people.

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  4. I had never been to a protest march either. But this was just too urgent, too close to the skin, and too unprecedented to not go. And so I went to D.C. and made my voice count. No, we will not go gently. Never again.

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  5. I marched, too. It’s not my first. Won’t be my last. Because this is too urgent. And as I watched the photos rolling in from around the world, I knew that this was way, way bigger than all of us and goddamn, let’s keep it going.

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  6. I was unable to attend due to back surgeries, but I cheered from my home! It was amazing to see the videos & pictures from around the world! I watched the speeches & performances online & on tv. Ashley Judd killed it! I was so fired up after her speech, it felt amazing! Thank you to all the strong women & men who marched for everyone around this blue planet! Thank you too Yvonne for writing this wonderful blog! 🌈 👭👬💗💛💚💙💜

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  7. Great blog and so heartwaming to see the pictures and hear the speeches. Here in the Netherlands there have been marches and protests too. We are one world! Sending you love from below sealevel.


  8. Marched in Grand Rapids, MI…home of Betsy Devos. There were a few thousand marchers. Considering GR is one of the most conservative cities in the nation, the turnout was significant, relevant and hopeful for the local participants. This fight is not over. I have unwavering faith in women. Thanks for the blog Yvonne.


  9. It was among the proudest moments of my life to have been at the Women’s March in DC! I must admit I felt crippled for a day or so after sitting on a cramped bus with broken seats for 12 hours. And then the driver almost drove off with me still sitting on the bus toilet! The lines getting into the Metro were claustrophobic (and I come from New York City), and my friends and I waded through crowds for over an hour just to cross one street. Then a cop chased us with a whistle because we sneaked behind the lines to get onto the only running Metro we could find. So, yes, we suffered for Herstory, but it was beyond worth it!


  10. Just now got a chance to read my wife’s blog with tears running down my face. I’m so proud to be with her she has know idea how stronge she is and how her words touch so many people….. She is my HERO and I love her to the moon and back thank you

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