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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