Nay! Not By Wit Or Whiskered Jowl!

Nay! Not By Wit Or Whiskered Jowl!

Lest I neglect completely my humble yet therapeutic, personal yet pseudo-public journal of womanly gymnastics of the mental order, I find today an opportunity to celebrate a beautiful jaunt through another, not-yet-actual friend’s interpretation of a childhood favorite. Not my childhood particularly, unless of course, you consider the Warner Brothers version of said favorite childhood tale. I have only another not-yet-actual-friend to offer my gratitude for sharing such a delightful ditty to start my week. Thank you Ken Davis! Share...

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Embarking on new adventures and finding our own old footprints

Embarking on new adventures and finding our own old footprints

Sometimes when we forge new paths, we find footprints we ourselves left decades earlier. Our family is moving back to Southern California from the serene and naturally beautiful Western edge of the mitten state. (Hold up your left hand.) I spent my childhood in Michigan, so I have a deep fondness for the lakes and the uniqueness of this state’s magnificent geography and sweet fun-loving people. I left LA 20 years ago when my eldest was less than 2, believing that I wanted to raise my kids in the values-orientation of the Midwest rather than the maniacal superficiality of the Hollywood State. To be true, my point of view was skewed by my own untamed lifestyle in the 80’s and 90’s, and it was impossible for me to imagine any healthy upbringing for my children...

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Returning via Kansas

Returning via Kansas

They broke into the iconic harmony of Carry On My Wayward Son, and the nostalgia-hungry crowd stood to their feet. Of all the 70’s bands touring the world right now, presumably because they are managing some equation of “need” and “want”, we find ourselves at the Kansas concert. Really? Kansas? Eldest sister saw Aerosmith in Detroit and OH! how I would have preferred that memory-romp beyond all others. But through husband’s work, we nabbed the opportunity to host a table at last night’s Picnic at the Pops concert. [Which, by the way, seriously needs a new brand work up.] The symphony is always a joy, so that part of the evening was a wonderful chance to sink into a much needed, soothing zone of orchestral comfort. Love it. This week was...

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They Can Laugh All They Like

They Can Laugh All They Like

We now have 3 (count ‘em three) 20-somethings living in our big happy home. This is their summer residence, sort of. And of course we have summer school! A full course in Gen-Whatever cultural education is underway. Our younger, tender children will get lots of expanding data entry during these weeks.  (help) One of these fine men is studying psychology at Multnomah Bible University in Portland and has been traveling the world playing basketball. Two are studying film in Ann Arbor and all three of them like sports, movies and youtube videos that make them laugh really loud. All three of them are, in one way or another, heading into the media/marketing fields. Just like their parents. (!)   It’s no wonder our conversations over movies and...

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How Dare He.

How Dare He.

I’ll be clear. For approximately 22.2 years I’ve been planning to write a book. (You, too?)   Now in my 40-something, fabulous, post-transformation healthier place, I’m endeavoring to bring that dream to life. It’s going to be great. I quit not-one-but-two fairly big jobs. (Ok, one was bigger than the other.) And now I humbly devote myself to balancing my time to consulting (read: earning), family nurturing (delighting), and my passion (writing the funny and poignant memoir). I write and outline and blog and network and discover and connect. So what’s the problem, you ask? Well.  Get this. Fabulous Husband has a new assignment from his John Townsend leadership coaching program to write … (wait for it)….. an autobiography. He sits down to his...

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