Life Advice From a House Plant

Life Advice From a House Plant

 

Raising teenagers is challenging.

It’s kind of like running a marathon and you’re tired and exhausted and worn out and you think you’re almost done and the light at the end of the tunnel is shining brighter and brighter.

And then?

Somewhere around the last couple of miles…

….someone throws a mountain onto the course.

Don’t lose hope.

Don’t be sad.

Don’t despair and raise your hands and sigh and throw in the towel.

Just listen to life advice from a house plant.
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Lessons From a Desk Drawer

Lessons From a Desk Drawer

 

Sometimes when I think of my father–when I think of his twinkling eyes and the stories he’d tell and the songs he’d sing and the amazing way he had of making you feel like you could be more than you ever dreamed you could be–I laugh with the sheer joy of it.

He was only 5’6″ tall with a lifetime of living on his face and the mischievousness of a million pranks in his grin.

He was a teacher and a soccer coach and a geography whiz and a listener and an ice cream eater and a Monopoly marathoner and he could keep you on the edge of your seat with the entire history of the Revolutionary War–told with more drama and intrigue than a million dollar movie.

I asked him once for advice.  I was about to be a parent and I was nervous and overwhelmed and worried I would make mistakes.  I poured out my heart and told him about my fears and asked him how he learned how to be such a great dad.

He paused for a while and thought for a moment and then turned and fixed his eyes on mine with a serious look.

“Don’t worry about making mistakes,” he told me.  “Because you will.  You’ll make mistakes and learn from them and make a few more while you’re learning how to fix the first ones.  The secret is not about making mistakes–it’s about being willing to try and try and try some more.  When you are a parent it’s part of the job.”

He stopped for a moment and then laughed out loud.

“Shhh.  Don’t tell your mother, but I don’t think too much about the hows and whys and whens and ifs of being a parent.  I leave all that to her.” 

Then he grinned at me conspiratorially and added,

“Just between you and me….

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Dear Abby and the Mirror

Dear Abby and the Mirror

 

Vintage-Mirror

This is where I stood the day of my wedding.

Right in front of this mirror.

I can remember it like it was yesterday.

I had hot rollers sprayed with an entire can of Aqua Net hairspray and bright red lipstick and liquid black eyeliner and yards and yards and yards of beaded satin with a monogrammed train…..and a southern accent.Continue reading

The Kiss of a Lifetime

The Kiss of a Lifetime

 

I guess I should have written this post first.

Before I wrote about Lee Press-On Nails and over-cooked pancakes and a little band called Rush and singing your heart.

Maybe I waited until now…..

…..because this is my favorite chapter.

And after all these years…..when I think about it…..when I try to write this….I get goosebumps.

Good goosebumps.

Wonderful goosebumps.

The kind of goosebumps that make me want to pinch myself and count my blessings and dance the Macarena and sing the Hallelujah Chorus on my tiptoes from the balcony of the Empire State Building.

This is where it all started.

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A Pancake Love Story

A Pancake Love Story

Pancake

 

It started with an invitation.

 

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Love and Lee Press-On-Nails

Love and Lee Press-On-Nails

Fourth of July

 

I love the Fourth of July.

Actually I love this country and the men and women of the armed forces who have sacrificed so much for us….so that we might live in a country where we can be free.

And whenever I sing the Star Spangled Banner….I think of a sailor who loved a girl.

And a girl who loved a sailor…..

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