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You know when your eight year old boy gets a hearty laugh for some good-old-fashioned poop-humor? And then, because he’s 8 and he doesn’t have a fully developed social intelligence filter, he doesn’t know that the joke isn’t funny after the first few laps around the toilet? But we still love him because he’s ours and … he’s 8. Today in my inbox, I received a head-shakingly dumb email from a company who’s genuinely trying to be relevant to their audience. But I fear their marketing advisors must be … 8. As a mom and a marketer, I wish the youtube video didn’t get 16million-kajillion views, but I’m also certain that the viewers were mostly 8. Even I [admittedly] laughed when I first heard the idea,...
Read MoreReturning 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...
Read MoreThey 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...
Read MoreHow 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...
Read MoreA Husband’s Inside Joke
SUNDAY 6PM. We pull into the driveway with two over-tired kids. Riley played in this weekend’s volleyball tournament with her whole heart and she rose to a whole new level of skill. Eighth grade, right? She’s growing powerful right before our eyes. We emptied the giant vehicle “Frank” and I poured a sleeping Jack onto the couch. We love our home in a million ways. It’s the home for our hearts and our life’s work. Sweet home. In that moment, my husband sees opportunity. Like a boy with an idea, he insisted that I steal this time to sit and write. Riley’s busy, Jack’s snoozing, and Steve’s intention — that would not be ignored — was that he would light a fire and sit me down with all the peace and quiet and let me...
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