My dear friend, I want you to know that I only see “you.” I’ve known you for years. I knew you when you were fifty pounds lighter, ten pounds heavier, five pounds near your goal, and I’ve seen you in sun dresses, the skinny jeans, and the sweatpants. You were married, you were divorced, you were single and you were pregnant. During all of those different times in our lives, all I’ve ever truly seen was “you.” We are friends because of your smile, your positive attitude, the perspective you give me on life, your loyalty, your intellect, your dedication to your friends and family, your weird laugh and all of the truly important things that make you….you. We are friends because we have laughed until we have cried, we have reassured each other, we have been honest with each other, we have said the easy things and the hard things to each other and at the core, we have truly “seen” each other.
I only see “you.” The real you. Continue reading
Currently I am not registered as an organ donor. For the first time in my life, I am seriously giving it some thought. In the last six months there have been two experiences that have touched me to the very depths of my soul. The first experience was the loss of a teen in one of our local high schools. His family’s willingness to donate his organs saved eight lives. My second experience is happening right now with a dear friend who is waiting for a transplant.
How many people are waiting? Continue reading
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Dear celebrities, the media and all citizens:
Stop picking on Barron Trump. Just stop it. He’s ten years old. The next four years of his life will set some serious groundwork for the man he will become. You cannot sit on your high and mighty pedestal pontificating about Donald Trump’s character and then turn around and pick on a ten year old. That makes you a hypocrite.
Barron Trump is the same age as my son Max. If Max had to sit through a long day of pomp and circumstance, he would not only be whining but would probably fall asleep in his chair. Barron was extremely composed for a ten year old. I loved watching him play peek-a-boo while his father signed his first order of business. Continue reading
My grandmother and their great-grandmother!
In December I lost my strong, slightly eccentric, very colorful and loving grandmother. I will love her and miss her forever and my world has become just a little bit too quiet with her gone. Although she lived until she was 93, losing her was not so easy. Is it ever? When you lose someone you love? Is it ever easy? She lived a long life, but my life was just a little bit better with her on this earth.
If I would have to describe the one lesson my grandmother taught me that stands out the most, it was to simply be yourself. Don’t apologize for who you are, what you have, what you believe and what you want out of your life. Own your truth. She did this every single day and drove many of us crazy in the process.
Own your truth. Live your truth. Continue reading
Last night, on New Year’s Eve, I stayed home with my children. I ended my year with a typical epic mother fail. We stayed up to watch the ball drop but I had the wrong channel on. This resulted in my ten year old having a bit of a melt down and me frantically searching for a do over. Just so you know, there are no do-overs on New Year’s Eve. I’m hoping that today we can see a replay of the festivities.
Many of you have made, or may be making New Year resolutions. Before you do, take your coffee into a quiet room and look back and reflect on the past year. Only when you briefly look back can you move forward. I haven’t done this yet. I’m going to do it right this second as I write to all of you. Hold on…let me get my coffee! Shit’s about to get real. Continue reading
I’m struggling with content for my blog. It’s not writer’s block or lack of motivation. I’m wrestling with ethics. When I started to write posts for my blog, I did so with the intention of reaching peoples’ hearts. I wanted to make a difference, be relatable and hopefully help someone in the process. I shared stories of love, marriage, divorce, children and friendship. Some of my posts were well received. Life went on and larger topics loomed. Then I hit a wall. Blogging is so personal and sometimes it can be almost like walking on a tight rope.
When is writing about a topic hurting someone more than helping them?
My ex-husband reached out to me one day about one of my divorce posts that I had written two years ago. He didn’t like what I had written. I was very defensive. I have always tried to be extremely careful with how I presented our past. I even sent him some other posts he had not read. I explained to him that my intent was to inspire and lift up others. Continue reading
I’ve been missing in action because I have spent the last two weeks with my in-laws who were visiting us at our home in Virginia. Yesterday I dropped them off at the airport for their flight home. To be honest it was both a wonderful visit and a difficult one. It was wonderful because I truly love my in-laws and am so thankful for all that they do for our family. It was sometimes challenging because we live such different lives and I personally struggle with meeting their expectations, not because they put many on me, but simply because I am their daughter-in-law. The difficulty also came from my husband’s hectic work schedule these past two weeks. He has been working night and day and was not able to take enough time to spend with his parents. Continue reading
Nothing makes people more miserable on social media than political posts and rants on Facebook. I respect your choice to support a different candidate and to vote for your candidate. I respect your freedom to write whatever you want on Facebook. Here are some of my thoughts on the subject and why you may want to think again before you post that next status update. Continue reading
My last blog post was written at the very beginning of summer. Summer, self-care and boundaries outlined the steps I wanted to take to improve my quality of life. I am committed to staying on track!
I recently saw a mom with a stroller and her diaper bag had the following words imprinted on it. Super Mom. Super Wife. Super Tired.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
This is why I wrote the blog in the beginning of the summer regarding boundaries. I still have to ask though, how much of that “super tired,” is a result of each one of us taking on too much? What kind of resolutions will help you reduce the stress in your life? Today is August 10th and New Year’s Eve is only three weeks away.
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I’ve noticed something this year. Many women are simply not taking care of themselves, myself included. I see it in their eyes. I hear it in their voices. They call me with stories of exhaustion, worry and plain old frustration. I’m there for them. They are there for me. There is one thing missing from all of the support they and I give and that is a permanent solution. That solution is self-care and the inclusion of boundaries in their lives.
My friend Julie sent me this picture just one week ago. I was sick and instead of just saying “get better” she nailed the real issue right on the head. “Self-care is never a selfish act – it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer others.” This quote by Parker J. Palmer stunned me but didn’t really impact me until just today. Did I mention that Julie is also a healthcare provider? She has seen me for over twelve years dealing with sicknesses that were definitely brought on by lack of self-care. Diabetes, viruses that won’t go away and shingles. These are brought on by a lack of self-care, a lack of stress management and tendency to worry about things that are not even mine to worry about. OK Julie I think I have finally got the message! I’m going to print out my own blog post (this one) and put it on my refrigerator! Continue reading