The One Thing Every Mountain Climber Needs

The One Thing Every Mountain Climber Needs

 

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We all have a seemingly insurmountable mountain to climb.

Each and everyone of us.

For some it’s getting up and giving a public speech in front of hundreds of people or having the courage to fly in an airplane or facing down a bully or paying off overwhelming debt and mounting bills or trying to mend fences with someone who has wounded you.

Or climbing a mountain.

Literally.

When you are in middle school and 4’10” and you are a little shy and used to having your twin sister with you everywhere you go….

….your mountain is basketball camp.Continue reading


The Day Mother Nature Came To Town

The Day Mother Nature Came To Town

 
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Dear random passerbyer on the highway near my house,

I’m truly sorry.

If I knew what the morning held for me, I would have worn a better outfit.

I simply had no idea.

I woke up yesterday morning and put on yoga pants and a bathrobe and my messy bun from yesterday and opened the front door and saw this where my driveway used to be.Continue reading


It Was Almost Like a Movie

It Was Almost Like a Movie

 
Blue Chairs in Meadow

I’m married to my best friend.

He understands me and laughs with me and shops at Habitat for Humanity for chairs with me and has eyes that twinkle and when I ask him if we can move the chairs that were just painted into the middle of the back yard to photograph them….

….he doesn’t even bat an eye.

And when I dance around the yard with my camera and point to the sunlight streaming over the grass because it’s the golden hour and the light is perfect and get so excited because I probably won’t even have to edit the photos…

….he smiles and nods encouragingly.

Even though he has absolutely no idea what I’m talking about.

Because that’s what best friends do.Continue reading


Almost So Close to Amazing

Almost So Close to Amazing

 
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I had my first perm when I was in high school.

Wait.

Hold the phones and some horses.

I feel the need to go all Star Wars the prequel and preface that statement with a few facts.

1.  I have a lot of hair.  Like enough for myself and some friends.

2.  No judgement.  Perms were a thing.  Like stirrup pants and earrings that looked like door knockers.

3.  My hair has ADD.  It can’t make up its mind whether it’s curly or straight.  On the top it’s wavy.  Simple, classic waves with a hint of curl and then you lift up the hair and there’s a whole other layer going on.

Business on the top.

Party underneath.Continue reading


There’s a New Singer in Town

There’s a New Singer in Town

 

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Last week my red lipstick and I drove across the beautiful green rolling hills of Virginia to speak at an event at the General Store at Smith Mountain Lake.

But before I spoke.

Before I raised my hands in the air and twirled around and smelled the storms rolling in from the west.

Before I told stories and handed out stacks of fabric giveaways and filled platters with cookies and helped hang fabric garlands from end to end in the room, the staff at the store and I gathered in the front of the building and gave each other a pep talk and put our hands together for a cheer like we were on the fifty yard line at the local football game.

On the winning side.

And then something happened that I never expected.Continue reading


Stepping Through the Elevator Door (And a REALLY EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT)

Stepping Through the Elevator Door (And a REALLY EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT)

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Six days, two hours and thirty-seven minutes ago, I stood in a hotel outside of Chicago wearing red lipstick and a super cute outfit that involved the perfect combination of stripes and summer, frantically pressing the elevator button….

….and trembling in my new beaded sandals.

Nervously I pressed the lighted blinking button.

Again. And again. And again.

I think I read somewhere that when they design elevators, they maniacally add a feature where the elevator doesn’t arrive and the door doesn’t open when you’re late for something you really need to be on time for.

Even if you and your hair are looking super cute.

Even if you applied three tones of red lipstick to arrive at the perfect blend.

Even when it’s one of the most important days of your life.Continue reading


The Day I Cried In the Parking Lot

The Day I Cried In the Parking Lot

 

Bonzai

It’s been almost a year to the day that a tiny four pound ball of fur entered our lives.

I say ball of fur because I’m hesitant to refer to him as a dog just in case he’s reading this over my shoulder.  Because the thing is (just between us)….

….he thinks he’s human.

When we read, he reads.

When we walk, he walks.

When we laugh, he grins.

When we watch the Real Housewives of New York City and think how cute Bethany’s new hairstyle is, he agrees.

And when we have a dance party to Uptown Funk….

…he applauds from the sidelines.

So to celebrate his anniversary, I’m re-sharing a story about love.

And a little dog called Bonzai.Continue reading


Always Remember to Dribble Right

Always Remember to Dribble Right

 
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Pinterest is full of quotes about finding yourself and finding who you are and knowing your own path.

Quotes like “Some people get lost for so long they forget how to find themselves.”

And  “Lose yourself in the things you love and it is there you will find who you are.”

And my favorite “Whenever you find yourself doubting how far you can go, just remember how far you have come.”

Wonderful, sage, incredible, amazing advice.   I know.  I get it.  I understand.  There are days when I feel like I need to have some of these quotes written on my hand so I remember the importance of just being myself.

But this week I discovered that  I really didn’t need Pinterest or quotes or wise advice from others.

I have a middle school daughter.Continue reading