A while back I was invited to my first-ever ornament exchange Christmas lunch with this group of gorgeous ladies. They thought it was funny that I’d never been to one and that I had no clue what I was supposed to do. But the story goes, that I’ve always kept very strict boundaries around my work days and kept any socializing strictly for the evening. I have, of course, known that it restricts me from deeper relationships with some friends and apparently, some really fun get-togethers. But that’s been part of the price I’ve been willing to pay. This year, in an effort to say yes to more things that bring me life, I RSVP’d to this little shindig, knowing that it was the week of GNO. (the shortest & fastest week of my month) But somehow I missed the big picture that I would be out-of-town 10 of the …
After I arrived in Orlando for the wedding of my niece Rebecca, my sisters and I were walking through a parking lot downtown. The sun was shining and a beautiful breeze was blowing through our hair. Right at that moment, we saw the reflection of our little crew in the glass on the side of a building. We were all walking, almost in sync, in line, side-by-side. It was like a seen from a funny movie, just before some ridiculous heist attempt. We laughed out loud saying, “Look out! Here comes The MOB Crew!”
And thus, The MOB Crew was born.
My sister was the Mother Of the Bride and we were her crew. Throughout the wedding weekend, we had her back. Whatever she needed, whenever she needed it, we got it done. We got it done with a whole lot of laughter and a little MOB pizzazz (*waves jazz hands*). At …
Before the homecoming game on Friday night, families were meeting all over town at fun restaurants, happening patios, and up at the Railyard, to tailgate before the game. I had mixed feelings about all of it. I was waffling back and forth. The party side of me wanted to be part of the fun scene with the loud music and all the energy before the game. The tired-Friday-night-mama side of me was exhausted from the week and wanted to lay low with close friends. After much deliberation on group text, we ended up at a neighborhood pavilion with pizza, on couches, while the kids played in the empty field nearby.
Laying low with friends for the win!
I’m sure we missed a fabulous time at all the tailgate parties. But we found refuge and rest in the easy conversation gathered around pizza with mis-matched paper plates watching the spectacular sunset. We caught …
While my parents were out of town last week, Mom asked me to stop by to water her plants. After watering all the flowers and pots in the front yard, I made my way around the back. Looking back at her text to make sure I’d done it all correctly, I noticed she was texting me again. But instead of more instructions for the job, it was screen shots from her video surveillance camera with the text, “Thanks for watering my flowers.”
Apparently Big Brother (or mother, in this case) is always watching.
It was just my mom, and I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, but it really creeped me out. My heart raced a little bit. It felt like an invasion of privacy to know I was being recorded the entire time I was there. Like, who else is out there “watching” me?
I suddenly felt …
I shared a long-overdue lunch yesterday with my dear friend Kim Jones. She’s in the throes of all things busy mama life, while simultaneously putting on THE most amazing fashion show that supports My Refuge House, a program to rescue, heal and empower girls out of a life of trafficking.
It’s amazing work she is doing.
During our lunch we talked about all the things that keep our brains and our bodies running fast. We spent nearly an hour talking about kids, fashion show logistics, work, politics and husbands. But it wasn’t until the very end, we got down to the deeper conversation about life-altering choices, fear, freedom and ultimately joy. It was that conversation that led to a deeper connection and fierce support of one another.
It reminded us why we were there all along.
Those are the kinds of conversations our brains are wired for. We desperately need people to see us …
When I opened my eyes this morning, I was frantic to see a text from my sister Michelle, in Florida, letting us know she’s alright. But there is no text. We texted all day on a family thread into the night last night, but that’s where it ended. Based on my quick search of the interwebs this morning, I’m sure she’s without power.
I’m trusting she’s otherwise completely fine.
I read a stat that 75% of Floridians are without power this morning. If they slept at all, they’re waking up to the darkness. It was only a week ago, that their church in Orlando loaded a giant semi and drove to Houston to bring supplies to their brothers and sisters in need. Oh how the tables have turned. All those affected by Harvey are long from getting back on their feet and now Irma has left her mark.
When the storms, fires …