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SO it hit me this year...
You know, I just don't have enough chigger & mosquito bites. And this beautiful weather and these glorious beaches are nice, but frankly I'd really like to feel like I'm living on the face of the sun for a couple of months out of the year. And HEY... If I can feel really sticky from some insufferable humidity? All the better!
OK. Not really. But I do miss my family, I do love the great state of
I'm not going to make this a blog about
I leave behind another family in the people who are a part of KFI too. Those of you who have listened, participated and have become familiar friends online. And for those who fill the airwaves and walk the halls of this crazy, fun place... I've been blessed to work with THE BEST in my industry. Not many people get to say that in a career.
Seriously? Sometimes I stumble on these things even while running a straight line. Oh who are we kidding... I don't run.
She doesn't know it, and we've never met... but this news anchor and I? We're BFFs.
I have had these horrifying moments in my news career. Usually the fault of my former co-anchor in Sacramento- Kelly Brothers. They are the moments where you are incapable of holding it together. The laughter comes from a deep dark well & you just can't cap it. There's even a snort involved. My husband calls me the 'inappropriate laugher'. It's also known as Chris' "church laugh". And this Ryan Lochte interview... TOTALLY would have triggered it for me too. Has all that underwater breath-holding deprived his brain of oxygen?
He's so pretty.
I admit to being a stalker-mom. Only after I opened my OWN Instagram account, mastered the privacy settings, and checked out what my daughter's friends were doing did I allow her to have an account.
Despite my caution and ninja-like monitoring moves, I see a lot of garbage in her network. Narcissism gone wild. Suggestive "selfies" of MIDDLE SCHOOL girls. Crude jokes. Sigh.
But every now and then... these awkward kids will surprise you. An unlikely source for 'positivity' posted details on an upcoming "Semicolon Day". I was especially moved because there have been several teen suicides in our community the past 12-14 months. The most recent one was particularly tragic, not only because it happened on-campus... but because the kid was bright and loaded with potential. When he died, I found myself wishing someone could have given him a glimpse into a crystal ball. How surprised our children would be to see their lives at the age of 30 when in the grips of some event or challenge they now deem insurmountable.
So if you see a kid with a semicolon on his or her wrist... it may actually be the one time you want to see them "getting inked". Here's the pitch making the rounds:
On April 16th anyone who struggles with self harm, is suicidal, is depressed, has anxiety, is unhappy, going through a broken heart, lost a loved one, etc. draw a semicolon on your wrist (;)
A semicolon represents a sentence the author could've ended, but chose not to...The author is you and the sentence is your life.
Any reporter will tell you... the right soundbite can make your story sing. This woman helped compose a rock-opera.
Maybe this is your wife and daughter. Or ladies, perhaps you'll see your life here in this 30 second clip. My husband Scott was L-O-Ling as he called me in to watch this commercial... certain I'd see myself in it. I don't know if I'm flattered because she's got mad skills, or scared that he's pointing to the chaos of our work-life-family balance... but he's not wrong.
Ours can't be the only home that often operates this way. Mine can't be the only children that inform parents of major projects the morning of... can they?
Eiher way, well done Google. Well Done.
So I'm checking out the nutritional stats on a bag of protein chips I bought, when something catches my eye...
Huh. Who knew personal journaling could be a potential allergen?
It's not often that I share personal photos, but the one above was taken in my mother's hospital room in the days before she died. It's me and my Nana, and it definitely stirs both sweet and sad remembrances of them both. It also stirs memories of that difficult time in our lives.
I got to thinking about that time when I came to work today. I was assigned a story about Hospice care... Something my family never took advantage of as my Dad fought time and again to save, or at least prolong his young wife's life. She eventually died in that hospital.
As an adult, I've had the great privilege of knowing hospice workers. There are a couple I count as very dear friends. With a new respect and understanding of what it is they do, let me first say... it takes a special person. If ever you want evidence that there are angels among us, look no further than a dedicated hospice worker.
I suppose the point of sharing that small bit of background, is to encourage you to take a look at the article I've linked below. Not every doctor begins conversations about hospice services in a timely manner. (There are theories on why THAT is in the article). It's true too though, that not every family wants to give up hope for that miracle. Understandably. My prayer for you is that you're never faced with this kind of decision. If you're in the midst of it... you also have my prayers.
Here's a write-up on the latest research:
Hospice use increases, but too late to help, says Brown University study
More Americans are dying in hospice, but the comfort care is too late and too short, according to a major new national study.
In the past decade, hospice use has risen, but so has time spent in hospitals' high-cost intensive care units, the Brown University analysis found.
The paradoxical finding comes with this explanation: Patients are increasingly admitted to hospice only after aggressive ICU care has failed -- and they arrive desperately ill with too little time to benefit fully from pain control and other measures, reported Dr. Joan Teno and her team.
"For many patients, hospice is an 'add-on' to a very aggressive....(read more here)
They seem to be everywhere... lists on Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter and family blogs. Advice to daughters. Letters to sons. Do we need more? Probably not, but listener Monica... from
So. OK Monica... I'll play. Only because I'd actually like my girls to have each of these lists when age-appropriate.
Some of these tidbits are favorite quotes, some the wisdom from women in my family who've made the journey before me, and many are of my own making & madness.
I'd love for you all to share your OWN best bits of advice in the comments section at the end of this post... I just may put together a 'best-of' listeners list! You guys often have such great insights of your own.
Here goes. To my beautiful girls...
Today you live in our happy home and your life seems simple... but every day you make choices that will shape who you become.
As you head into High School...
As you become a young woman and conquer college...
One day, you will give you heart fully to someone. You will build a life together... and dare I hope... you will have a family.