For the second time, Connecticut Parent has chosen one of my articles for publication. For more articles from them, please click here.
I’ve been remiss in posting, dear reader. For that I’m so very sorry. Fortunately, the WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog, which has inspired me to dust off the cobwebs and give this site a bit of love. I hope I have the time/energy to make it happen. In the meantime, hug someone today. 🙂
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 390 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
Once again, this delightful publication in Ohio has decided to use one of my articles in their print June 2014 issue. For more articles from them, please click here.
I was commissioned to write this article about pageants by Forest Heights Life Magazine a little while ago. I admit that at first I was leery about writing on this topic. I am honestly not a fan of pageants, to be honest. However, the delightful Miss Sophia Takla has indeed changed my mind about this particular pageant anyway.
I’m looking forward to the next assignment from FHM. It will no doubt broaden my mental horizons once again.
Please forgive my absence. I haven’t had a chance to update all of my recent publications just yet. In fact, I learned about this next publication (below) from Patrick, a fellow author, before I got to the email from Suburban Parent magazine.
“Kid to Kid” has now appeared in five publications around the country, and once in Canada. One day, I’ll list them all, but for now, enjoy my article here!
I would like to invite all of you to meet my magazine! I know I haven’t posted much over here lately, but I’ve been rather busy trying to launch ReMemories Magazine. Please consider this a ‘soft launch’ with the hope of publishing every Friday (and possibly in between). No, I’m not making any money off of it. Yes, I’d love feedback and contributions. Tomorrow will officially kick off the first (albeit small) publication, so stay tuned!
Have a meaningful day!
I recently was commissioned by Palmetto Parent to write a finance article for families. They liked it enough to put it on their website’s home page as well! 🙂
This story originally appears on TodaysMama – Portland.
I admit it, my kids (and I) have always hated going to see Santa in the mall. From the long lines, to the crying children around us, it’s never been our idea of a jolly good time. Add my lack of zeal for shopping and you can imagine how hard it was for my kids to talk me out of taking them again this year. But that doesn’t mean I want to take Santa out of the Christmas equation entirely! Instead, we’re on the lookout for Santa sightings in Portland (sans malls). And we’re not talking about the rogue-Santa impostors roaming the city for SantaCon either! We’re talking the jolly ol’ fat man that will listen carefully to your child’s secret holiday wish (or, at the very least, take their tears in stride).
Here’s my list of Santa sightings to come around town during the last week before Christmas. If I’ve forgotten any, please, let me know! Add it to the comments below.
Portland Children’s Museum
4015 SW Canyon Rd, Portland
Dec. 20-21, 5-8 pm
Pre-registration is required for this event, but if you do you will have VIP access to the big man himself! One on one contact and no lines! Plus, there will be story times, ornament decorating crafts and even a holiday scavenger hunt! Come out of the cold rain and enjoy the warm, winter-themed museum.
6149 SW Shattuck, Portland
Dec. 20-22, all day
Alpenrose Dairy’s Storybook Lane offers professional photos with Santa. While you still have to stand in line to see Santa, at least you’re doing so amongst a beautiful backdrop of over 300 decorated live trees, live animals, festive music and train displays. You won’t get bored here and admission is free!
Pioneer Courthouse Square (corner of Morrison and Broadway)
Cedar Hills Crossing (3205 SW Cedar Hills Blvd)
Dec. 18-23, 11 am-9 pm and Dec. 24, 11 am-5 pm
With rain tents and hot chocolate, standing in line to see Santa here doesn’t seem so bad after all. Plus, they’re around on Christmas Eve and I don’t have to go to the crazy-frenzied mall to see Santa!
Special thanks to my dear friends, The Curreys, for letting me use their ‘Happy’ Holidays 2013 Christmas picture. I hope all of you have a very merry Christmas full of joy and good tidings – and no coal!
This time of year it seems as though everyone says, “make meaningful moments!” or “Every moment counts!” Between magazines, television and commercials, you’re pretty much guaranteed to feel as though you aren’t doing enough or baking enough or buying enough this year.
Make Meaningful Moments Mine
I lost one of my oldest and dearest friends this April to cancer. He didn’t even make it to 38th birthday. I blogged through my grief (elsewhere) and I’ve included an excerpt of it here. Rereading it only reinforced my resolve: making moments meaningful has, well, much more meaning now. I’ve stopped listening to all the noise, noise, noise, and I’m redefining what it means to make these moments mine – especially during the holidays.
Here is my previous post from April 2013:
I recently lost one of my oldest and dearest friends to cancer. And while I could wax on about how wonderful he was and what an impact he made on my life, I’m not going to. Instead, I’m going to tell you how his death has affected me.
For the most part, yes I did. Did I write as often as I wanted to? No. Instead, I went on mini-adventures with my kids. I walked away from a toxic working environment. I went to the beach. I played in the sand. I bought a book just because. I giggled and ate popcorn with my daughter. I went on walks and discussed politics with my son. I fell in love with the man of my dreams.
I’ve learned to make meaningful moments all year – not just over the holidays, and certainly not by listening to the media. I’ve never felt more grateful, more full of love and life. Give it a try: make meaningful moments of your own that aren’t defined by anyone but you.