Beyonce is so fancy she brings her own mike up on stage when she wins an award at the MTV VMA awards. Preparation is key, thanks for that reminder, Bey. Moving on, I loved Beyonce’s Francesco Scognamiglio (best name of…
Archives for August 2016
To my husband on his birthday
Yeah, we weren’t sure if it was legal for them to ride in it, either… Dear Craig, In light of the special day that is today, I asked your daughters, Lila (7-years-old) and Vivienne (5-years-old) a few questions about you….
Safe Cookie Dough Recipe
It’s no secret that I’m a huge Shakeology fan. I’m also a huge sweets fan. However, I am not a salmonella fan. (Can I get an amen?) That said, I feel it’s my responsibility to share this one with you….
A bad joke, story telling and gratitude
In Amy Poehler’s book, Yes Please, her sweet parents tell the story of her birth. Amy recounts the details in the book: her Mom was twenty-four and her Dad, about to turn twenty-five. Her Mom says this: “I was thrilled…
Take the bet. Make some money. AND get healthy.
Beachbody is seriously paying people to workout from September 5th – October 2nd. We’re calling it the Beachbody Health Bet. Coaches AND customers (you!) who use the Challenge Tracker app will win an equal share of a $1.25 million dollar…
A wave.
Today I went to the cemetery. I’m in my hometown of Toledo, Ohio and I drove to the place where my Dad was buried on that rainy day a few days after he died on the Ides of March in…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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