This week is Mother’s Day. You know the one day of the year where we pretend for a single moment in time that life with children, no matter what age[s], is idyllic and sweet. Kids all over, far and wide, in cities and on farms, serve breakfasts in bed, provide foot massages, and draw pictures and write beautiful prose in cards.
Its our day. Mother’s Day.
As a mom firmly entrenched in the mom space for the last thirteen years, whether it be actually being a mom myself, writing about or working with them, or advocating for us, I like to take this day to reflect on the subject.
If I don’t do so, who else will? With each passing year, May ushers in a moment for me to think on moms, our ideas about moms, my relationship with my very own mother and my children with me, and what I want from the second Sunday in May other than a quiet twenty minutes to drink my coffee. This year, I found myself eyeing up a pair of earrings. They were really nice, pricey, but understated, ones I would wear every day. I started dropping hints. [click to continue…]
It could be I was a momentary genius or punch-drunk tired, but either way, I had the most ahhhmazing idea last night as I wrote this.
I will admit, I’ve been up for somewhere around 36 hours (publishing this) so this idea could come back to bite me or resurrect all my hysterically funny humor writing here at Back’nGrooveMom where I like to poke fun at mostly myself (and my mom) and well, moms in general. It makes the whole work/life/family balance or lack thereof easier to take.
Which brings me full circle to my fabulous idea. [Two days ago], I enlightened you to one of the funnier convo’s between my mom and me only to have yet an even funnier one today. AND, poof, an idea forms in my head. I need a daily column: the Daily Convo. (with my mom).
I say this beaming with pride as Selena Gomez plays in my office. Right, Selena. Which may or may not be a clue as to whether I am sane at the moment, but I’m running with it.
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This is one of those rare occasions where I will cross-post between here and RachelBlaufeld.com – Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a habit of it.
My mom: Who is this Mara on Facebook and why is she making you cry?
Me: Mom, she’s a fellow blogger, writer who read my book and she liked it so much, she read it straight through in one sitting. It was a good cry.
My Mom: Well, how did she get the book? Is it out?
Me: No, not yet. She got an advanced copy for review purposes.
My Mom: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I have these advanced review copies for bloggers, avid readers/recommenders, and such to read early, help get the ball rolling, stir the media. You know, when you think I am just f-ing around on Facebook? I’m doing a little work.
My Mom: What about family? Do I get a copy?
I think: You don’t have a kindle, nook or the like. Plus, it is a bit dirty. Okay, a lot dirty.
I say: Definitely. Of course, mom. You can proof my paperback copy.
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If you pay attention to anything I ever say, even if its a little snippet, you know I love coffee. I like it at home, Starbucks, and at tiny little independent coffee houses with a good book. In fact, over the last few weeks, I’ve been surviving on coffee and coffee alone. It seems.
I’m not going to bore you with how freaking busy I am because we all are. Busy. Dedicated. Swamped. Not able to come up for air.
But, I come up for coffee. You better believe it.
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: real or genuine : not copied or false
: true and accurate
Being authentic or the lack thereof is an amazing phenomenon lately. Lots of people getting up on their soap box preaching one thing but doing another. Take a long look at the company you keep, and I bet you: you find a few. You know those “experts” who are self-proclaimed mavens or gurus? They know it all, and by golly, they are not afraid to let you know.
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As I get caught up at my desk today…as if that will ever happen…I get a notice that I am “tagged” in a status on Facebook. Looking for a fast and easy diversion, I immediately head over to check it out. I literally LOL, and honestly, I don’t LMAO at much. Especially out loud.
You ask: What is so funny? Well, for one, my friend Mike, who is obviously of the opposite sex, is asking for my tank top size. Actually, that’s about it. It simply tickled me. A million ideas ran through my head as to what people must be thinking.
If you are wondering my size…I would say medium. [click to continue…]
It’s that time of year again…the point in February when my social media feed is filled with endless complaining about the weather (guilty as charged), what everyone wants for Valentine’s Day (a donut, please), and this year, the Winter Olympics. While it is hard not to dream about an island getaway to escape the cold or a special V-day trip to somewhere tropical and chocolate filled, it is even more difficult to think about not having a home, a warm place to sleep, or a hot shower at the end of the day.
A few years ago, I became involved with Bethlehem Haven here in Pittsburgh, PA.
The Haven is a special place where they house 96 women any given night of the year among their residential programs: emergency shelter, transitional housing, and permanent supportive housing. For these individuals, [the Haven] helps them to address their “barriers to housing.” This may include physical and mental health care, job training, life skills training, and whatever else that individual might need for her journey. There are also programs that reach non-residents, including a day program drop-in shelter (open 10am to 6pm every day), health and wellness clinic, and Project Employ, a job training program. Among the programs, [The Haven] serves about 60,000 meals each year, houses several hundred women each year, and helps several thousand through their combined programs. [click to continue…]