Today this blog post is sponsored by the letter “L.”
But first a big thank you to Myndi Shafer for this Lovely “L” prompt. Be sure to hop on over to her site and take a look at the super cool cover of her upcoming debut SHRILUGH.
Now onto L.
Ten Things I Love that Begin with the Letter L.
1. LONG WALKS
Now I know that LONG WALKS totally sounds like I’m starting a cheesy dating ad, but it’s not like I said ON THE BEACH.
Although I do enjoy a nice walk on the beach. However, I don’t know anything about dating ads.
I actually found my husband via:
2. LAMBDA CHI ALPHA
This is not MY tattoo, but I see it everyday.
Fraternities were the old-fashioned way of dating. Well the way it was done BEFORE the internet but sometime AFTER Pa Ingalls gave permission to Almanzo Wilder to court Laura.
At least in my experience.
Lambda Chi + Love = 19 years of marriage (this week!)
Way before we got married, before my now hubby told me he loved me, he joked around with the “Olive Juice” bit for a couple of days. We laughed as he mouthed the words olive juice–which if you don’t already know, looks like you’re saying, I love you.
But then he got all super serious and actually said, I love you. After all that joking, it was quite shocking.
And yea, awesome (if not fantastically cheese-tastic).
A love so sparkly he can’t even keep his eyes open.
4. THE LENNINGS
The Lennings have a song that is the number one played song on my current WIP’s (work in progress) playlist– 226 plays so far. It’s a cover of You’re the One That I Want. I know it originally from the Grease soundtrack –a movie I ADORED when I was 9 years old. In fact I have a cassette of myself reading the entire screenplay out loud. Now as interesting as that sounds, I give you the Lennings’ acoustic cover instead.
The Lennings ~ You’re the One That I Want
I’m a big fan of ladybugs. They make me feel hopeful.
Sign me up for laughter ANYTIME.
Hearty laughter is a good way to jog internally without having to go outdoors.
“Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today’s tasks.”
~ Holly Black, Ironside: A Modern Faery’s Tale
I love libraries. I’ve worked in them, I go through my local library’s drive thru at least once a week and I inhale deeply after I pull up and they slide back the window. I even took a detour on a family road trip once to show my kids the library I used to hang out in when I lived in Indiana.
I feel like I’m related to libraries.
Why lemons? Other than things like lemon bars and lemon meringue pie, lemons represent that oh so zesty point of view about transforming attitude.
“When life hands you lemonade, don’t try to make lemons”
― Vince Guthrie
And last, but not least:
“Life is short, Break the Rules.
Forgive quickly, Kiss SLOWLY.
Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably
And never regret ANYTHING
That makes you smile.”
― Mark Twain
Gotta love it.
What about you? Any “L” things that you love?
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I want freedom for the full expression of my personality.
― Mahatma Gandhi
The First Amendment Monument in Charlottesville, Virginia
What would you write on this monument?
Me? I got creative and wrote my name.
And then, “G + Ice Cream.”
No surprise that G wrote about troll faces.
And continuing the theme of relaying the obvious, I wrote:
Maybe it wasn’t as colorful (or cathartic) as the citizen who wrote RYAN IS A TOOL, but that’s okay. The 108 feet of slate writing space exists to express our views on well, whatever.
I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself.
― Oscar Wilde
Because freedom of expression is one of our rights in America.
This one makes me smile.
Whether we doodle on slate, express our political or religious views or write best-selling books, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall said that part of the significance of our freedom of expression is to “assure self-fulfillment for each individual.”
Expression = Self-fulfillment
Maybe not right away, but having the ability to express yourself can help you find purpose, passion and meaning in your life. And there are so many ways to do it.
For example,I express myself in this blog, in my fiction writing and by wearing sparkly shoes.
Maybe I color my hair blue, paint, or do DIY projects. I have also been known to sew.
Even my lunch tells a story about me and what I want for myself.
This is a very delicious grilled tofu salad. Not that I’m trying to convince anyone (because of freedom and all that).
Plus I like to bake and experiment with recipes. I planned on showing you a picture of the gluten-free spice cupcakes I made for this weekend. But sadly, they are all gone.
But cupcake or no cupcake, every day is another opportunity to show the world an expression that is uniquely our own. Because each of us have a JOY looking for a voice.
You are joy, looking for a way to express.
It’s not just that your purpose is joy, it is that you are joy. You are love and joy and freedom and clarity expressing. Energy-frolicking and eager.
That’s who you are.
― Esther Hicks
So, here’s to FROLICKING ENERGY and the unfettered freedom to find meaning.
What would you write on the Freedom of Expression monument? How do you express yourself?
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The Olympics–they bring to mind big dreams, athletes making history and well, spa treatments and fancy chocolates.
At least it did this weekend. My husband and I stayed at a hotel that offered that pretty chocolate platter and resort credit every time the U.S. won gold. I was already having fun watching gymnastics, swimming and track and field, but eight gold medals during our stay equaled not only patriotic excitement but free stuff, like a spa pedicure:
Thanks also to Missy Franklin and Katie Ladecky!
Spa services aside, I’ve always found the Olympics exciting, inspiring and highly motivating. When I was a teenager, I wrote in my diary that I was going to find a way to participate in the 24th Olympiad after watching the Los Angeles games.
Synchronized swimming was going to be my sport.
Now I got an A in swimming during my freshman year of high school, but I’d never, ever tried synchronized swimming, let alone played any sport in tandem (except maybe some Marco Polo bobbing). And while I loved gymnastics (and could rock the elementary round off dismount off the balance beam), I was not even remotely equipped for what was essentially a gymnastics floor program underwater.
I guess watching those Olympics, I found myself connected to that determination I saw in the athletes and I became motivated to do something. I wanted to experience that sense of accomplishment too.
But instead of funneling that motivation into one of my own dreams (I was very specific about my writing dreams according to my diary), I picked something random to shoot for.
It was a misguided attempt. One I’m not entirely sure about. I don’t think it was due to fear (that would come later). It was probably more about not knowing what to do about them (other than send out poetry to Seventeen magazine). Or maybe my dreams were so embedded, so much a part of me, that I almost forgot about them as a goal to practice and plan for.
I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re going and hook up with them later.
~ Mitch Hedberg
So my writing dreams mostly faded into the background of high school and college–and if you believe my diary, BOYS.
Although it’s interesting to note now that I continued to fill journals and write stories (filing them away in a big Rubbermaid container). I worked at libraries and I took writing classes in college, grad school and at night when my kids were younger.
Writing stayed close whether or not I acknowledged it.
Synchronized swimming on the other hand, became just an odd and out-of-place wish sitting in one of my diaries.
I did however win a gold (ish) medal in 2007. Not exactly the Olympics–for these purposes, let’s call it the Royal Caribbean games.
I placed first in a ship wide dart competition.
No cool team uniforms. I think it was against international maritime law or something.
For whatever reason, dreams fade or get pushed aside for other things. Sometimes we pick something else because it’s expected, or it’s easier or maybe more acceptable.
But it’s important to remember that life happens whether or not you plan.
Planning helps, because motivation can fade.
People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing – that’s why we recommend it daily.
I love hearing stories about people realizing their dreams–or accomplishing another step toward them. It’s exciting and inspiring, and everywhere, not only at the Olympics. I’ve seen that excitement in my kids’ faces and heard it in my sister’s voice each time she moves closer to her nursing degree. Finding inspiration, whatever gets you fired up, is a significant part of going for your own dreams.
It’s a reminder that if you put in A LOT of hard work toward a goal, accomplishment is not only possible, but EXHILARATING.
Of course, baby steps are fine. Just be sure to name your goal and put on your work clothes.
“Motivation is when your dreams put on work clothes.”
Then go after the dreams in your mind and your heart (fancy chocolates optional).
I’m going out there to try to accomplish the things that I have in my mind and in my heart.
Do you have Olympic-sized dreams in your heart? What training are you doing to get closer to them?
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It’s summer–schools are empty, teens are scarce–on vacation, at camp, or
watching YouTube videos working summer jobs . . .
but Reader Paparazzi ~ my Q & A series featuring teen readers ~ must go on. I spend a lot of time inside the mind of fictional teens–writing and reading, so it’s great to get a little real YA world perspective to help with character inspiration or simply if you want to see what holds a teen’s interest.
It’s research, not stalking.
If you missed any previous interviews, click here or on the tab in the header above.
For this interview, I’ve cornered a teen close to home.
Meet Gavin, or as I have a habit of calling him, “G.”
G is sixteen. He runs cross-country and track, sings in his school’s chorus and a capella club and is famous on the internet.
Well, sort of.
Have you heard of trolling, or better yet seen this face before?
Gavin is the number one image on Google for the perfect troll face.
A face only a mother could love . . .
but it’s hard to catch him NOT making faces:
I’m partial to this one:
A big hello to Gavin!
So G, what makes you want to pick up a book to read?
It’s got to have something I can relate to.
What are you currently reading?
Moby Dick, for school.
Anything you relate to?
I don’t know, but reading this book is becoming AHABit.
I’m not sure if I believe you, but props on the pun.
What was the last book you read that wasn’t for school?
Try Not to Breathe by Jennifer R. Hubbard
Do you ever re-read books?
Yup. I like to flip through the Guinness Book of World Records and the World Atlas.
What was your favorite book when you were younger?
Captain Underpants and Harry Potter
Favorite subject in school?
What would you like to learn how to do—that you don’t know how to do?
Learn more languages—like Swedish and German.
Okay, I received some questions from YA writers curious about teen relationships (ie dating). What do you think is the most challenging thing about relationships?
What was the last movie you saw?
Jeff, Who Lives at Home
Favorite tv show or movie you can watch again and again?
The Invention of Lying
Tell me three songs you’re listening to on your iPod:
The More I See You ~ Michael Buble
The Way You Look Tonight ~ Michael Buble
Flavour ~Bare Noize
What’s your favorite snack?
What did you eat for breakfast?
Nothing because I’m fasting for the Jewish holiday of Tisha B’ Av, but yesterday for breakfast I ate Frosted Cheerios.
I’m so hungry can we please not talk about food?
Okay, no more food talk.
Some quick-fire fill in the blanks:
I fear change.
I need clarity.
I hate homework.
I love singing.
So here’s a tiny snippet of G doing what he loves:
Do you have any questions you want answered by teens in future Q & As? Or a question for Gavin? Let me know in the comments.
If not, how would you answer this quick fire fill in the blank? I need _____. (Seeing as it’s now Monday morning, I NEED COFFEE!)
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There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
This weekend my husband and I went to an outdoor sports festival. There was music, food and a variety of outdoor sports demos including slacklining.
Yoga on paddle boards
Even super chess
Super Chess: Are you ready??
All that adventure and yet I was beginning to feel the hint of a wallow coming on. Nothing unusual, just a little Monday slipping into my Sunday afternoon.
I ignored it, and we made our way to the Ultimate Air Dog event.
For this event, dogs ran across a ramp and jumped, flying over and into a pool (occasionally being prompted by their favorite chew toy or ball).
And every dog was different. Some were coaxed on by their owner and others had to be held by the collar because they couldn’t wait for it to be their turn. It was a Hippo vs. Eagle moment.
One little dog scampered down the ramp and then came to a complete stop at the edge.
And as the little dog hesitated, there was a collective “Aw.” Because we all know the feeling.
In fact it was exactly why I was beginning to feel like I wanted to wallow like the hippo (rather than soar like the eagle). I was thinking about writing a blog post and Tweeting and sharing on Facebook and pinning on Pinterest–and I felt a curious mix of fear and excitement at the thought of moving on from my cozy, family weekend to a week of social media. Again.
Because every week when I think about putting myself out there, I feel like I am dangling off the edge of that ramp, suspended over a dark pool of insecurity.
And it’s usually due to over thinking.
I’m too much of an introvert–this isn’t natural for me. I am far more suited to hours of solitary writing than social media and marketing. This blog topic sucks. Who is going to read this? It takes up too much time–instead I could, oh I don’t know, learn how to juggle or teach myself Swedish. Or I know! Finish knitting that lumpy scarf I started years ago or bedazzle . . . something.
Over thinking creates obstacles, diverts attention.
Better to be present. It’s easier to get to the other side, the place you want to be, when you focus.
Even if you’re not quite ready to jump, you can always lean into the leap.
Then catch some air.
And it’s a relief to be on the other side, to finish something that’s not easy, to take another step, reach another goal. There’s the sense of accomplishment, both in getting it done and pushing thru the hesitation.
It’s even kind of exhilarating.
Even when it doesn’t go so gracefully or my blog topic is well, a little meh. It’s okay.
Flops are a part of life’s menu and I’ve never been a girl to miss out on any of the courses.
- Rosalind Russell
And yes, the hesitation will be back, but:
The best way out is always through.
- Robert Frost
Because something happens every time you leap through to the other side:
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you stop to look fear in the face.
- Eleanor Roosevelt
Are you soaring through this week, or is there something causing you to want to wallow?
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
My sister and I used to babysit a lot when we were teenagers, and one of the perks (other than looking after cute cherubs of course) was scoping out the fridge or pantry. After our respective babysitting gigs, my sister and I would then compare the loot we snacked on.
Me: They totally had Chef Boyardee.
My sister: Well, I got Twinkies and Dr. Pepper.
Me: Well . . .
My sister: They had cable.
Me: Fine you win.
It was like it was the day after Halloween and we were unloading our bags. Other people’s fridges ended up being ranked like candy bar sizes.
Back then it was mostly a snack thing, but I still have a curiosity about other people’s fridges.
When you’re curious, you find lots of interesting things to do.
Like medicine cabinets, fridges are revealing. And personal. You not only see what people eat (or maybe don’t eat), but how they cook and clean.
Do you see specialty oils and sauces, or ketchup packets?
Lots of home cooked leftovers or takeout containers?
Packages labeled organic? Lots of brand names?
Is the fridge full or bare?
Is it organized, clean?
Speaking of clean. I don’t pay much attention to that if I sneak a peek into a fridge, because I hate cleaning the fridge. I mean I do it, but I dislike it so much that I line the shelves with foil after I clean it so I can make the clean last twice as long (I remove the foil once it’s dirty and then have a clean shelf for at least a little while).
And in case you’re thinking this is a bizarre topic–I’m not the only one who wonders, what’s in your fridge?
One quick search on the internet and you might land on a site called Fridgewatcher. Or Fridge Raiders. Or Fridge Food.
Either way there are pics of fridge interiors all over the internet. Even celebrity fridges, like George Clooney.
But Rob Lowe doesn’t seem to have bared his (while you wait for that, you can get yourself a Rob Lowe sexy fridge magnet on Amazon).
And since I’m going to ask you the personal question of what’s in your fridge, I figure it’s only fair to show you mine:
I considered editing the photo with a sepia tone, if only to remind my husband that this fridge is 17 years old (hint hint). Except he would then just remind me of our fridge’s special features. Like the top shelf”s left corner–it will freeze solid any food I put there, especially eggs.
Fridge diving! It’s all the rage. And it’s good for your brain too!
Because when you are curious, you are in the moment, you are engaging and you are learning. Bonus–it’s excellent for creativity (makes for a better writer!)
Oh and I’m sure it must lower your blood pressure, right?
All that from a fridge.
I’ve often entertained paranoid suspicions about my fridge and what it’s been doing to my poetry when I’m not looking, but I never even considered that my fan was thinking about me.
Just don’t get me started on what’s inside your purse or wallet. . .
So what’s in your fridge?
“LIVING THE YAY! LIFE!”
Mondays can be rough. The early alarm, that not so easy transition from the weekend to the weekday and the fact that you just want a little more face time with your pillow.
Motivation can be slow to appear. Unless someone forgot to put the garbage cans on the curb. Then there’s the bounding out of bed at the noise from the sanitation truck rolling down the street.
But that’s a harsh start. Especially since I wake to the sounds of ocean waves (my alarm, not the beach, but maybe someday) and my husband’s alarm is a harp.
We make an attempt at the Zen thing.
Well, this weekend I stumbled across a line of fun, colorful magnets from Rachelle Reichly’s company called Yay! Life!
The magnets cheer on an attitude of motivation and gratitude and it all started with a pie. I’m sure a lot of great ideas started with pie, right?
I mean whose to say Benjamin Franklin didn’t eat a slice of mincemeat pie before heading out to discover electricity?
Anyway Rachelle made a pie and when her husband saw it he said, “Yay. Pie.” Inspiration struck (like Franklin’s lightning) and the couple thought:
“This is what life is all about – gratitude and enjoying life. Everyone has a YAY! THING! that is as unique as they are.”
And so now they sell Yay! magnets for most anything, from Alaska to Zombies.
And books–double Yay!
Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion.
~Sarah Ban Breathnach
For my Monday motivation, I’m starting with a Yay! Coffee!
Iced, because it’s getting warmer outside. Another Yay!
Add in a memory of a fun weekend:
Yay! Mother’s Day!
And the extra energy I have because someone else did the dishes for me:
Yay! Awesome Family!
And I’ve got my inspiration, my keyboard–Yay! Writing!
“Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven’t a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.”
Well, here’s a reason to get moving:
Look closer. Um, Yay! Boat?
Tell me, what is your Yay! thing for today?
Recently I met a writer who said she gave up on the book she was working on because another writer published one with a similar premise. I don’t know what her story was about in particular, but she was adamant that there would be no reason for her to bother finishing hers.
It got me thinking. How many books have been published about vampire love stories or teens fighting dystopian governments? A lot. And I could continue on with the list of similar premises. Because when readers like a book, they usually want more.
But even working with the same topic or premise, no two writers will end up with the same book.
Because artists have their own style. Your experiences, your opinions, where you live, who you grew up with, what you do with your day–everything that makes you uniquely well, YOU, weave together and mesh to make up your tone.
It’s your voice and it is influenced by the tapestry of your life.
And we all come to the page, the canvas or whatever medium with which we create, with our special voices.
For example, check out the difference in perspective on these Alice in Wonderland covers:
Creativity is open for interpretation. (more on creativity here in this post.)
We writers, as we work our way deeper into our craft, learn to drop more and more personal clues. Like burglars who secretly wish to be caught, we leave our fingerprints on broken locks, our voiceprints in bugged rooms, our footprints in the wet concrete.
Your art is ready for your fingerprints.
A part of me wonders if maybe there were other reasons this writer abandoned her story. Maybe she was afraid of not measuring up. I don’t know.
But I think it’s important as artists to embrace our uniqueness.
Stop comparing and start celebrating.
Because there will never be another YOU.
You’ve got to recognize, there will never be another you. It has nothing to do with ego; it happens to be the truth.
There will never be another person the same.
There’ll never be another you.
What are your thoughts on the artistic voice? Do you have any advice for a writer/artist who gets stuck comparing their work to others?
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When your mother asks, “Do you want a piece of advice?” it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no.
You’re going to get it anyway.
― Erma Bombeck
Growing up I got great advice from my mom. I’m sure of it.
However at the moment, all I can think about is the time she told me to always carry a hat pin when riding a city bus. You know, in case of unsavory strangers deciding to get a little too close.
It was advice she dispensed for my safety. You see once I hit the 7th grade, I liked to go to the mall. A lot. I didn’t ride a bus there and I’d never owned a hat pin, but maybe my mom was worried about me going without her. So she offered up a quick tidbit from the stores of her own immigrant mother’s wisdom stash. The hat pin was a reflex.
Hat pins, weapons of minimal destruction.
She quickly amended the advice to this:
Stay away from strangers a.k.a. unsavory sorts. If need be, act a little crazy to encourage them to stay away.
Or at least that’s how I remember it. The mistakes in this advice are all mine, but you get the gist–she wanted me to be safe.
Because that’s what moms do.
They advise you:
”Do not eat chips out of a communal bowl. You might as well stick your hand in a toilet.”
~Lorelai Gilmore, Gilmore Girls
They love you:
“I know you’re afraid. I know the world feels like a hard place, sometimes. But you’ve got people who love you. Your dad and I, we have all the faith in the world in you. We’ll always be with you. You have got a world of strength in your heart. I know you do. You just have to find it again. Believe in yourself.”
~Mrs. Summers to Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
They teach you (and maybe humble you):
“Jealousy is a very ugly thing, Dorothy. And so are you, in anything backless.”
~Sophia Petrillo, Golden Girls
And okay sometimes they confuse you:
“Don’t play with the food! When I was your age, we didn’t have food!”
~Maria Portokalas, My Big Fat Greek Wedding
But it’s wisdom from a (longer) life lived. And it’s meant to be a good thing.
Because they want you to be happy.
Oh and that reminds me of another pearl to share. Here’s the first stanza of the song my mom used to sing to pull a smile out of us when we were having the mopes:
Nobody Likes Me (Guess I’ll Go Eat Worms)
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I think I’ll go eat worms!
Big fat juicy ones,
Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm!
Happy Mother’s Day!
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If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
~George Bernard Shaw
Several years ago my dad gave me his old Torts book from law school. He told me there was a case in it involving my great-grandmother Mary Fitzpatrick Rush, and that I might want to hang onto it because it was a bit of our family history. The story was a curious one, but still I put the book away for safe keeping.
But recently I got a little more curious after watching the TV show Who Do You Think You Are. Every week a different celebrity is taken on a journey of personal discovery into his or her family history. Rob Lowe discovered that his five times great-grandfather fought in the Revolutionary War and Ashley Judd traced her family line back to the Mayflower.
The process typically starts with looking up census records and court documents and then they follow the twists and turns back in time, stumbling upon hardship, perseverance, triumph and even secrets and intrigue. Above all, they always seem to come away with some sort of inspiration from their lineage.
So I decided to Google my great-grandmother’s case.
My grandmother, great-grandmother and great Aunt
Let me first say that this is not a story of Pilgrims and Patriots, but rather the New Jersey Supreme Court, tenant rights and an outhouse. In its own unique way it goes deep (so deep I imagine my great-grandmother might’ve wished she’d been wearing waders).
What happens in the privy, does not always stay in the privy.
Here’s the gist of the case:
Rush v. Commercial Realty Co., 145 A. 476 (N.J. Sup. Ct. 1929)
The case for the plaintiffs was that they were tenants of the defendant, which controlled the house wherein they lived and also the adjoining house, and provided a detached privy for the use of both houses; that Mrs. Rush having occasion to use this privy, went into it and fell through the floor, or through some sort of trap door therein, descended about nine feet into the accumulation at the bottom, and had to be extricated by use of a ladder. The defendant denied that there was any pit at all, and claimed the floor was only about nine inches above solid ground.
The story as told by my Great Aunt Kitty to my dad was that my great-grandmother fell through the outhouse floor when the rotted portion of the floor in front of the toilet seat collapsed.
My great-grandmother was 5’2″ (and pregnant with my Great Aunt Anna) and the hole was nine feet deep. So 14-year-old Kitty ran to the neighbor for a ladder so she could help her mother climb out of the um, accumulation.
It took years to finalize the case, but she won. The judge blamed the property owner.
In dealing with these, it should be observed that Mrs. Rush had no choice, when impelled by the calls of nature, but to use the facilities placed at her disposal by the landlord, to wit, a privy with a trap door in the floor, poorly maintained.
Now I imagine this had to be a humiliating experience, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from my dad’s side of the family, it’s that we all thoroughly enjoy a good laugh.
And that’s what I found when I searched the internet. It seems that the case of Mrs. Rush was a bit of a comic relief in Torts class.
On one of the blogs, a law student said he laughed until he cried. When I asked my dad about it, he said his grandmother’s case has been the subject of limericks and poems in law school for decades.
But my favorite find was reading about law students showing up for their Torts final wearing t-shirts that said:
“Whenever you feel like you’re drowning in shit, remember Mrs. Rush.”
Ah, sweet inspiration.
But there is something universal in this story, because in some way we ‘ve all experienced the crap dunk tank. And we all know it’s not always easy to get out. Sometimes we have to holler for help and sometimes we have to wait for a ladder. But hopefully, like my tiny, great grandmother, we find a way to climb out of the accumulation.
Although, if you can, I recommend boots.
To learn means to accept the postulate that life did not begin at my birth. Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you.
Tell me, have you done any family research? What have you found in your history?
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