Today is the big day

Today is the big day. I leave this morning for Austin, TX, to take part in my first protest march tomorrow.

Yes, I’m 50 years old and I’ve never done this before. I’ve bitched, I’ve ranted, I’ve donated, But I’ve never stood up with anyone for a cause I believed in so passionately. Tomorrow, with my best friend and so many other women, I will do just that.

Today, many Americans will see a dangerous narcissist sworn into office. A bully. A bad example for our children. Someone who has disparaged and insulted minorities, the disabled, and women.

Someone who has already begun to strip away our rights, bit by bit.

Someone who wants to take us back to those “good old days”, when women stayed home and everyone “knew their place” in society.

We stand tomorrow. We’re having a peaceful protest tomorrow in Austin. We march for our rights… for your rights.




Writer’s Paralysis

Writer’s paralysis. It’s not quite the same as writer’s block. With paralysis, you have so much stuff in your head to write about, you don’t know where to begin. You pick up your laptop, open up your program of choice, and you’re faced with the blank page. You can’t pick just one thing to start with. There is no gentle flow of writing or a coherent flow of a story. There is no river of creativity flowing from you. If you write, the dam will break and the flood will come forth. Chaos will ensue and all you will have is … the wreck that was in your mind. No one will understand. Possibly, not even yourself.

My son writes. He showed me this tool to get past the paralysis. I hope it works. It’s a website that doesn’t allow you to see what you’re typing. You can’t backspace, either…

… That was the beginning of a lengthy entry I wrote on July 6th. I decided not to post it because the rest of the entry contained a lot of very personal information (everything going on in my head right now causing writer’s paralysis).

But the tool my kid showed me was amazing, and I want to share it with everyone. As writers/bloggers, we all run across writer’s block or writer’s paralysis every now and then. When you can’t figure out what’s causing it or you can’t see a way around it, this should do the trick. Just sit down and start “blind typing”, and regurgitate whatever is in your head. Eventually, something will come out.

Happy writing, and I’ll see y’all again soon!

— Duch


The air conditioning went out in my car. It probably just needs to be recharged after the car just sat for a month with no one driving it anywhere. As I sit idly, while someone else drives up to Dallas, my mind wandered on this thought of maintenance (and, occasionally, how damn hot it was).

When something sits unused for a while, it seems to break down or cease to function properly. For example, you let a car or a motorcycle just sit untouched for 6 months to a year, that vehicle will need some maintenance before you drive/ride it again, even if it was in perfect working condition when you parked it.

People are like that, too.

You can be the picture of physical fitness and mental well-being, active every day, etc… If you change that person’s lifestyle – throw in a major life change that causes a domino-effect of changes. You pick; it really doesn’t matter. all hypothesis. This person is now, for the most part, sedentary. Give it 6 months. You’ll see a decline in the person’s physical health; this is expected. However, you will also see changes in the person’s mental and emotional well-being. All aspects of health will decline with the sedentary lifestyle.

And, just as a vehicle that has sat for a while has lost its “get-up-and-go”, the individual falls into a cycle of depression, losing the motivation to do any of the things he or she used to do. It is truly a vicious cycle because it can keep the person in this new “nothingness” for much longer than my hypothesized 6 months.

So, how do we break out of this cycle? Well, we take care of ourselves just as we would anything else that’s been “out-of-it” for a while. With a car, if you aren’t a mechanic, you go see a specialist for help on that tune-up. For yourself? Talk to someone. You aren’t alone. I’m not saying go out and find a therapist, although it did help me, but I am saying figure out what works for you. Best friend? Therapy? Call someone. Get out of the house and go talk. You don’t have to talk about your stuff, but make that contact. Get up, get dressed, get out, and do it for yourself.

Just like that car you got running again and proudly showed off to your friends, remember, you took care of yourself, too! You want to keep yourself in good shape, right? That means treating yourself well. It also means recognizing old patterns for what they are when they appear (which they will), laughing and saying to yourself, “Yeah, I used to do that,” or, “Yeah, I used to talk to myself that way, but not anymore.” Let it go and move on.

And I realize so much of this is easier said. I’m still learning a lot of this, myself (or, rather, un-learning old habits). But I still know this is right, and I wish I’d known it much earlier in life. Now I just need to work on remembering some of it when I’m stressed. I have a feeling I’d be a lot less stressed…

You’ll be seeing some changes around here

When I started this site, I originally had my focus on menopause/women’s issues. But, really, this is more of a blog of my everyday life while I’m on the Menopause Express. So I’m going to change my About page. I like the original post I had there, so you’ll see another post go up on what got me started writing, or something along those lines, but you’ll also see a new About This Site page.

Change is good, even if I do fight it every step of the way…