Let’s Fly

I have a quote on my desk that makes me smile. I originally printed it, to give it to my girls, but it hasn’t made it off my desk.

(I do plan to get a better print and frame it for them.)

But the sentiment is so important. It’s just that daily reminder that we need to get out there and give it a shot.

“What if I fall?

Oh, my darling, what if you fly?”

So today, I say…go for it! And don’t forget to remind your friends and family too!

 

 

#777 Challenge Accepted – “American Honey”

Christi R. Suzanne tagged me for the #777challenge. We met through an eye-opening author class at the Attic Institute with Whitney Otto in Portland. Since then, a few of us have stuck together to become great writing, critiquing, and commiserating friends.

Check out her stuff and her novel MORT ADDENDUM…you’ll never look at Kool-Aid ever the same! Follow her at @christirsuzanne.

The goal of the 777 challenge is to share seven lines from page seven of your manuscript, then tag seven more writers.

This excerpt comes from my finished novel, AMERICAN HONEY (currently looking for representation).

AMERICAN HONEY is women’s fiction weaving together a journey in two timelines about coming-of-age, leaving your past behind, and then recapturing it.

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So on to the next, I challenge friends from The Writer’s Voice, Pitch to Pub and Query Kombat!

Role model

In the wake of the recent Josh Duggar news, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that there was news that his wife, Anna, would likely stay with him. It’s not that we all don’t have our issues, we do. But molestation (of your own family) and participating in an infidelity site, is no small potatoes.

But more so than anything, I feel for her children, her girls.

She should be setting an example that no one should ever put up with that type of disgrace or pain, over and over again. Everyone should have the right to choose, but choose by identifying if those actions and character are something you want to share with your own kids.

I look at my daughters and I will continue to bend over backwards to make sure that they fight for what they want, always keep learning, and be proud of their accomplishments. Never, would I tell them that they’re not worth it; that a relationship, while not good, is good enough; that they should just deal with the pain if their significant other commits a crime/hurts them emotionally/etc. But allowing that type of behavior is similar to condoning it, and what kind of example is that.

Don’t get me wrong, she may decide it’s best to stay with Josh in the end, and that’s her choice. But I want her to show the girls of today that she is strong enough to stand tall, to take a step back away from Josh, his large, persuasive family, and the media to make up her own decision. I want her to call the shots, not cower in the corner. I want her to push him to take responsibility and if she decides to give him a third (whichever number it is) shot, then it has to be on her terms. More than anything, I want her to tell the world that she is fighting for the life she and her kids deserve to live.

I want our girls of today and tomorrow to know they deserve the right to stand up for themselves, because they’re worth it.

What is a super mom anyway?

If we’re connected on Twitter, you’ll see my description says:

Author of American Honey, PR Strategist…wife, super_mom and always in search of a good book, glass of wine or some sunshine. 

I’ve had friends ask…what is a super mom anyway? Nine times out of ten, they say they are far from anything super.

Here’s the secret, I am too! But we gotta stick together.

I am a mom to two rambunctious and adorable girls, 2 1/2 and 4 1/2 years old, and sometimes, I feel that they are the ones corralling me.

Life gets busy, with work, family, friends and activities, to say the least, but you know what…what makes you a super mom is the fact that you try.

You know what will make you an even better mom?

Showing your daughter what inspires you, excites you and makes you grow. These are all the things we feel bad doing in the moment because they take us away. For example: work, hobbies, exercise, music, etc. But they are watching and they love seeing you accomplish something important too.

I just read something to my older daughter today that said, “I am strong because I’ve been weak. I am fearless because I’ve been foolish…”

Because I want her to know that it’s the mistakes that make us stronger. 

That’s how I feel as a super mom. If you’re making mistakes, you’re learning. And that means you’re trying.

With love,

From one super mom to another!

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Irrational Sweet Tooth

It’s true. I’ve tried having a talk with it, to tell it that we can’t keep doing this. This, making and eating of desserts all the time.

But I have an irrational sweet tooth.

Yesterday, I gave in. I made Dulce de Leche to put into Dulce de Leche Doughnuts and mini bundt cakes. Yes, you heard me right.

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I started brewing the Dulce de Leche and the house started to smell like MmmmmmM. My daughter even said so.

I was tempted to just lick it up right there, and believe me, I “tested” it. But I used that ooey goodness to fold into the doughnut mixture I was creating. Hey, but I baked them, that’s healthy right?

Since I didn’t make enough Dulce (more ended up in our bellies), we had to suffice for a chocolate topping. The sprinkles are courtesy of my girls.

And I always say it was worth the trouble, the mess and the calories. Best part, you know every ingredient that you’ve put into it.

Bon Appetit!

Dulce de Leche Doughnuts

Why is it so hard to ask for help?

It was a particularly rainy afternoon and I was waiting for my 2 1/2 year old to get up from her nap.

It was after 4 PM when I was finally able to drag the two kids with me to the grocery store. I put one in the cart seat and one in the actual cart so that they wouldn’t run through the store, in hopes that we could get this done quickly.

Two bathroom trips (yes, that was TWO) and 90 minutes later, we’re finally trying to get out of the store. And I had already forgotten two things. Too bad.

I’m trying to unload and check out and my youngest starts crying because she can’t reach the food to “help me out” and put things on the check out. My older daughter is counting the chocolate bars by touching each one on the side of the aisle.

The cart is overflowing and I’m trying to get the kids jackets on, pay and get out the door, when my youngest falls sideways and of course, hits her head on the cart.

Now she’s really crying.

“Do you need help out?” the store clerk asks.

“No, no,” I say as I’m trying to push the kids forward and out of the way so the next customer could pay. I lean down, trying to console my youngest.

“Does she need an ice pack?” another clerk asks me.

“No, thank you, she’s okay. We’re just trying to get out of here. It’s been a long trip, so to speak,” I said and honestly, I could not get out of the store fast enough.

“Do you want me to help you out?” this store clerk asks.

“No, thank you. We’re just trying to go,” I say as I’m trying to get the girls to follow me, jackets on, etc.

“Here, let me push the cart. You can get the girls,” she said.

And she pushed the cart out for me, while I put my kids’ hoods up, held their hands as we crossed the street to our car. And then she unloaded the cart into my car.

I couldn’t thank her enough.

The lady that stood behind me at the check out line was parked near me and said, “I’ve been there before. I’m so glad that lady helped you out.”

I smiled at her. I was too.

She continued, “I don’t know why the clerk asked you if you needed help. She should know we ALWAYS say no, but we really mean yes.”

I wish I had a donkey…

General Electric (GE) took over Twitter today with an new campaign, Invention Donkey. He’s a mini, real tiny donkey, and quite the sarcastic little fellow.

He can grant any invention wish and I can’t help but think of so many things we need to invent…

See the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2C0zVXHB9sU or check out GE on Twitter.

What would you invent?

I think I’d start with curing a number of diseases. Cancer, Autism, Multiple Sclerosis, Cerebral palsy, ALS…basically anything that hurts a child or takes our friends or family away from us.

So how do we find this invention donkey? Remember he’s tiny.

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Image via GE

Today is Opposite Day

It’s funny how we decide to label ourselves. For the past decade, I’ve called myself a non runner.

But the truth is I HATE RUNNING. It just doesn’t agree with me, my knees, my body, etc.

So for years, I’ve taken up yoga, spinning and other ways to sweat and stay healthy, but I always thought how nice it would be to just go for a run and clear your head.

But that’s not who I am, I tell myself. I need a class for motivation. I need someone to tell me what to do, otherwise I won’t do it.

The thing is, when I start running, my legs itch, tingle and drive me crazy. Does that happen to anyone? It only happens when I run. I was suckered into a half marathon once and that seemed to go away but then my knee cap seemed to wither away with it so I figured that was a sign.

But today, I am a few months out from going on a vacation and it’s time to burn some calories. I double checked my 30 day free gym pass and thought…it’s time.

So I did it. I went to the gym. And that ugly treadmill just stared at me. There weren’t any classes going on, it was just me and the treadmill.

So I ran, without issue, for 25 minutes.

THAT’S HUGE (for me). I could almost hear the Rocky fight song in my head as I stepped off because today, I have defeated whatever barriers stood in the way.

It got me thinking, what else is holding me back?

Click here to hear your fight song: What does Rocky tell you?

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Photo courtesy of NIKE, Inc.

Life is Sweet, Make it Sweeter

I wanted to say, life is short. Sometimes too short. We never know how long we have on earth and sometimes we’re so sucked into the day-to-day ramblings, that we forget to take a pause, or a time out (as my daughter would say, though her time outs are a little different…).

A neighbor that I met through a writing event last summer was literally blogging  less than a month ago about being thankful, and an hour later, she and her husband were hit by a car while crossing the street.

My daughters and I just so happened to be driving by, what had to be moments after the accident, and saw a fire truck and ambulances. Not much happens in our smaller town that sits adjacent to Portland, so traffic slowed. My girls were peppering me with questions, “what happened? was it a person? will they be okay?”

I could see EMT crouching over someone in the middle of the road/cross walk and all I could think was that hopefully someone just felt faint, nothing more. As we drove on, I told my girls to say a little prayer that they’re okay, and we went on about our evening.

Last weekend, I opened the newspaper and my neighbor is on the front page, telling her story about how an elderly man hit her and her husband with his car, and by the grace of God, they survived.

The feelings are overwhelming…and I couldn’t believe we drove right past her. It seems like we should’ve been able to do something to help. She and her husband have a long recovery ahead of them, but she gets to spend more time with her family and friends.

She will no doubt appreciate life differently. It shouldn’t take something horrific to make the rest of us stop, take a moment and hug those close. Maybe smell the flowers.

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It was that kind of morning…

Isn’t it amazing how much influences us and our day? Every morning it’s usually chaos, getting the kids dressed and off to school/activities in between work and life.

This morning, there was no yelling or “that’s mine!” coming from the family room as I got breakfast ready.

There was no “that’s not fair” or “she pushed me.”

I heard two little girls playing, nicely. One even said, “I love you” to the other.

Wow.

So this morning in the car on the way to school, they continued sharing and the car was filled with giggles, instead of angry words.

“You two really make me happy when you’re smiling and having fun,” I said.

“Are we becoming big girls?” Avery asked.

Maybe they’ll go back to bickering tomorrow, but for today, I’m holding on to this.

As Ice Cube says, “Today was a good day.”