Thursday, August 21, 2014

BEAUTY: Kicking Ugly In The Tits - Part Deux

I hope you all enjoyed Part I of Kicking Ugly In The Tits! Welcome to part deux

I would like to thank everyone who took the time to share!! I'm aware that because these posts are not about hilarious ways to shave your neighbor, or how to get hot wax off your nipples, they will be shared less. Beauty doesn't always sell these days, and can't always compete. That's okay. That will not stop some of you from blasting these beautiful images and stories out into the universe. Every act of kindness and love makes a difference. 

Again, I would like to thank all that responded to my request for "beauty." I find it so easy to lose hope when the world is noisy, and this project touched my heart, fed my soul, and renewed my faith in humanity. 

I met "Mack" of Is there cheese in it? (because could there be a better blog title??) a while ago via Google+. She is blessed with my kind of humor, and I love love love it. I don't even know her first name, but I'm okay with that because she makes me laugh out loud (which is really hard to do). Her submission,  

"I picked love. and marriage. finding beauty in the midst of the mundane." ~@cheeseinit

Lori Campbell of Pretend Mommy Is Sleeping Beauty is awesome. She's been following the blog for a while, and we've become friends. I love when that happens. She is all things wonderful; witty, hilarious, and full of heart. 

"Okay I couldn't pick just one - I'm sorry. Everything is beautiful ;)

So I am sending you a picture of my kids when they were collecting donations for the food pantry  - they were so happy to help others.

And a picture of my windshield one morning with the frost.  It was so awesome.

And finally  - a picture of some artwork my kids did with contact paper and flowers. So pretty on the window with the light shining through." ~Lori Campbell

Cheryl Stober of Busy Since Birth is an incredible woman. We've been Massachusetts blogging buddies for a while, but I was able to connect with her on a whole new level during the Listen To Your Mother Boston show this year. Her spirit is kind and gentle, but also fierce. I love her tah death. Read her post Don't Ban Camp Body Talk and you'll understand what I mean. 

Beauty is everywhere. We just have to be willing to look for it. I hope you don't mind, but there will be one more post in this second, annual Beauty Wins series.  I know I said that if I received too many entries for a post, I'd have to pick and choose, but I couldn't! These submissions are all too beautiful not to be shared. 

Thanks for understanding. 

Friday, August 15, 2014

BEAUTY: Kicking Ugly In The Tits, Part I

This has been a tough week. Processing the loss of Robin Williams has left me in a shitstorm of emotion. Social media is blasting shit every day, and it's beyond overwhelming. Everyone has the right to grieve anyway they wish, but because of that, it's like WHOA. 

This post could not have been planned for a better time. I need this. I'm honored by the responses to my request for beauty this year. With all the time and energy we focus on the negative, I feel it's important to highlight the good; the beauty that's within all of us. 

Couldn't we all use a little more beauty in our lives? 

I know that if I had sent out a request for stories about something awful, I probably would have been slammed with many more submissions, as it doesn't take much thought or heart to share what sucks. I don't know why that is, but this is my tiny attempt to do something about it. The women who took the time to submit these amazing stories and photos have my complete respect and admiration. It takes an enormous amount of courage to see beauty,  especially during trying times. 

These women are beautiful. They are the women I want in my corner. They are the shit. 

I love that the definition of beauty is different for everyone, and doesn't have to fit any mold. I always appreciate the opportunity to see it through your eyes. 

These posts and pictures are breath taking. 
Like, literally...I lost my breath. 

Starr Bryson from The Insomniac's Dream is an amazing human being. I've known her for years now, and can attest to both her strength and huge heart. She's a survivor, and her boys are so lucky to have her as their mom. 

She decided to send a photo of her youngest son sitting up in his hospital bed. He was eeating for the first time after his appendectomy, with his favorite panda by his side.   

"This, to me is beauty," she said. "It shows the resiliency of children, and the absolute relief I felt when he was alright and on his way to recovery.  A truly beautiful moment for a worried mother."  

The second submission is a post Starr wrote the night her father died.  "'s a raw and painful account of how his death affected me, but ended on a positive note of my very real and last memory of my father.  A legacy of a daughter's love for a truly wonderful man." 

I Will Remember You, Dad is beyond beautiful, because it's about "finding the positives among the negatives, appreciating life, and hanging on tight to memories- what could be more beautiful than that?" Nothing. Starr warned me that this post would make me bawl my eyes out...she was right. SO powerful. 

See? I told you she's incredible!

The next few submissions are via the beautiful and talented woman behind Outsmarted Mommy

Jennifer Lizza is another tough lady who's been through a lot this year, but still makes time to see the beauty. She has helped me through some shit this year, and she's definitely one of my favorite women in the blogging community. 

"If they handed out maps when you became a parent the roads would be filled with twists and turns. A lot of them would be dead ends. There would be steep hills and roads that would lead to more steep hills followed by deep valleys. There would be miles of roads without a light in sight but there would always be a road that would lead to the most beautiful beach with the most beautiful sunset and every night all the parents would gather there to support one another and remember why they began this journey in the first place...because at the end of the day the journey is hard but the destination is amazing. The hardest journeys often lead to the most beautiful destinations." 
~ Jennifer Lizza, Outsmarted Mommy

I met Maggie Draper about a month ago on twitter, and she's been cracking me up ever since. She and her husband recently started a blog called Our Parenthood Adventures and you should definitely check it out. 

"Here's a picture I took of my son holding Daddy's hand. It's always been a favorite of ours. " ~Maggie Draper

Because so many of you were generous with submissions, I'm splitting this challenge into two posts. Not that I don't want to overwhelm you with gorgeous pictures and beautiful stories... I just also want to make sure that the love gets shared and spread around a bit. I also want to make sure that each of these incredible women gets the focus and attention she most certainly deserves. 

This has been such a wonderful experience. I am so grateful to have received such a response. I'm 100% confident that, because of your commitment to love and beauty, we definitely gave Ugly a bitch slap today. 

Please share this. There's so much beauty in the world, even when we're not looking, and people might appreciate the reminder. 

Life is short and precious, damn it!! 

I love your faces off.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

It's Time To Kick Ugly In The Tits

Last year I was inspired by my good friend Starr over at The Insomniac's Dream when she shared a post called. "21 Things That Will Restore Your Faith In Humanity." It was a post that has since been deleted from the site we found it on, so I can't share, but it was basically 21 stories of people NOT being selfish assholes. There were pictures of people practicing kindness, giving freely of themselves...just because...and it made me cry. 

It was one of those posts. 

It's not often that we gravitate to those posts. More often, it's the ones about 21 ways to get a flat stomach, be rid of pesky wrinkles, or celebrities on their way to rehab that grab at our attention. We, as a society, seem to love the ugly. I'm not judging, because I'm guilty too, but as I sat there with snot and tears running down my face, I felt inspired to take action. 

I felt like kicking Ugly in the tits. 

I asked the question, "Why Can't Beauty Win?" and couldn't come up with a good answer. If enough of us bring it, Ugly doesn't stand a chance, right? It was then that the official Next Life, NO Kids Beauty Wins Challenge was born.

I was absolutely blown away by the entries, and moved by how many of you wanted to share your beauty. It was an incredible success. So much so that I'm doing it again! I'm calling for submissions!!

Here's how it works:

You are invited to submit whatever beauty looks like to you. It can be in any form that can be sent via email, and should not be of any naked private parts. Just kidding (No I'm not; I'm actually very serious, you silly freaks). 

It can be...
  • poems you wrote
  • pictures you've taken
  • pictures of art projects that you or your kids have created
  • songs you've written
  • posts about something beautiful that happened or that you love

You. Name. It.

Email your submission to**!!! 
(**side note for spammers: There is a special place for you in Hell, and if you blast my email with your ridiculous shit, I will hunt you down. Unless of course I've inherited a bazillion dollars from King Tut. In that case, let me know.)

It's THAT simple. 

Here's an example submitted by Britney Adler of Britney's Message

Submissions will close on August 8th. I will post as many as I can, but depending on the response, may have to limit to the first 20 submissions. 

I'm SO EXCITED to see what you've got for me!! I'm also thrilled to get the opportunity to see beauty through your eyes. 

Why are you still reading this post?? Get moving!! Go get your beauty on, People!!

Let's kick Ugly in the tits.

Monday, July 14, 2014

10 Hilarious Tips For Surviving Your Son's "Toddler Years"

1. Learn to appreciate the word, "NO." 

Even if the question is, "Do you want a cookie?" your toddler will probably take this opportunity to make it clear that you are not in control. 

2. Have cat-like reflexes, and be prepared to respond to situations like a fucking Ninja at all times.  

I have learned that toddler boys are a lot like spider monkeys. It takes less than a second to climb over gates, scale walls, and attempt to fly off of basically anything. In this scenario, the ability to be in seven places at once is preferable. However, if you are lacking in this department, simply be prepared, at all times, to jump from one side of your house to the other at lightening speed. 

3. Keep anything that can be thrown or used as a weapon as close to the ceiling as possible.

This list includes, but is not limited to pencils, pens, crayons and markers, the family pet, television remotes, toys, books, and whatever else isn't nailed to the floor.

4. Learn to embrace being beaten about the head, neck, and face with whatever is handy. 

See #3

5. If you are looking for something, and it was at any time in your toddler's possession, it's definitely in the toilet. 

Your toddler may not be interested in using the potty for training, but it sure is a fun place to hide stuff.

6. Always have crackers in your hand.

Toddlers like crackers. 

7. Be bilingual.

When toddlers get angry, they often swear and say terribly harsh things in a language that is definitely not English. I'm pretty sure my toddler speaks German, but yours might speak something else entirely.

8. No matter what you are doing for your toddler, hurry the fuck up.

Toddlers are busy. They don't have the time or patience to wait for you to dilly dally around making them breakfast etc. What's the matter with you? You should have had that shit ready yesterday.

9. Whatever you are eating, reading, or looking at belongs to your toddler.

Nothing is yours until he's done with it, and even then he'll reserve the right to change his mind and reclaim it. There is only one exception to this rule. If your toddler claims ownership of a snack you're eating and doesn't like it, the bite will be drooled onto his shirt, and the rest of the item will be thrown onto the floor; still not yours.

10. Say good-bye to privacy in the bathroom.

Seriously. What the hell are you doing in there anyway? 

Oh, and one more thing...

DO NOT have, borrow, purchase, hold, or wear anything nice OR expensive when in the presence of your toddler. 

Trust me, you'll thank me later. 

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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Don't Be A "C U Next Tuesday"

If you follow my blog, you know I have struggled with depression for what feels like forever. You will also know that my specific case includes a side of OCD and a sprinkle of agoraphobia. 

Leaving the house, where there are germs AND the risk of an emotional breakdown in the middle of a store, restaurant, etc. can be quite frightening. I've been trying to push myself when I have good days. Sometimes, I have to literally bolt out of the house before I have time to think about all the reasons I shouldn't. 

The other day, I bolted and forgot the diaper bag. I knew that if I went back I would stay, so I ventured on. I was just running out to buy a tarp anyway, so what could go wrong, right? 

Naturally, once I got to my destination, two towns away, I noticed a funky smell coming from the back seat. Obviously, because I had NO supplies, the toddler had a diaper full of diarrhea.

Did I drive him in his mess all the way back to our house? Hell no! I pulled into the nearest CVS parking lot. I have never shopped for diapers so fast and furiously. I was in and out in a matter of minutes, and decided to change him in the hatchback. Obviously, because I had forgotten the diaper bag, and had NO extra clothing, there was poo on his one piece outfit.

Thankfully, it was a 90 degree day. I stripped him down, gave him a baby wipe once-over, threw on a diaper, and drove to Marshalls. 

I booked it to the baby section of the store and counted three double takes and two lingering stares from old women. Fine, I'm a horrible mother because it's sweltering outside and I didn't dress my kid. Wait, what am I doing in the baby section again? Oh yeah, buying him an outfit because he shit all over himself. I'm a good mother. 

Fuck those bitches, right?

I found a cute outfit and walked back up to the front to get in line. One weird look...and I was sweating. I'm usually sweating because I'm fat, plus it was humid as fuck, but that day there was extra because I already felt like a shitty mother, and I could feel the world judging me for it. I had a naked toddler under my arm that wanted to walk (a.k.a. run away from me shrieking), and the morning had been straight out of Hell. Maybe it was in my head. Perhaps I was just being paranoid.

I started to smell shit. Had he gone AGAIN??? I checked his diaper and it was clear. Either he had gas or I managed to get shit on my clothes too. I decided I was totally ill equipped to deal with any more bullshit.

I thanked God there was only one person in front of me because the kid was ready to freak out. Nap time was approaching and, like me, he had had enough. The sweating was getting worse, and I can feel my face turning beet red. I started to pray for lightening to strike me just as the woman in front looked back and asked how old the baby was. I told her "He'll be two next month," and she gave me one of those smug, doughbaggy, condescending smiles while she looked him up and down. I explained that he was naked because he had an accident and I forgot the diaper bag.

"Did you forget the stroller too?"

I pride myself on being a pretty patient person. I don't usually haul off and smack people, even if they're really awful and deserve it. I am a professional tongue biter. But I was sweating...he was squirming...and I hated her. 

What I wanted to say was, "No C***,  I carried him in here because I didn't expect this horrific fucking purchase to take so long. I'm tired, sweating, and I'm fairly certain that I'm wearing human shit right now. Had I known I was going to be grilled by the likes of you, I would have put him in the stroller, freeing both hands so I could beat your face."

What I did say was...nothing, because Nora's mom stepped in.

I knew she was Nora's mom because she handed my obnoxious son her car keys, and asks him to name the letters on her keychain. 


She showed him the tiny green Croc shoe on the chain and asked him what color it was. Nora's mom told me that my son was, "absolutely beautiful," and that he looked "nice and cool on this hot day." 

Nora's mom was incredible. 

I don't understand the motivation behind taking an obviously difficult situation and adding fuel; why, when someone sees another clearly in distress, they take the shot at making it worse. I cannot identify with that type of thinking. I'm grateful for that. I am also grateful for people like Nora's Mom, and the calming effect she had on both me and my son the very moment I was about to lose it.

I could try to justify this other woman's behavior all day. Maybe she can't have children and is bitter because I get to feel suicidal in the line at Marshalls; kid in tow. I have no idea what that woman goes through so I'm grateful that I did not have the opportunity to respond in a hateful manor. 

I was so wrapped up in gratitude for Nora's mom that I was shocked when it was my turn at the register. I thanked Nora's Mom from the bottom of my heart, paid for the outfit, and got the hell out of there.

I still don't have a tarp.

If you see a woman out and about that looks like she's struggling, please treat her kindly. If you don't have anything nice to say, just smile in her general direction. I promise it will mean the world. Being that mom is humiliating enough without comments and/or dirty looks. I already feel like a failure in that scenario; the last thing I need is for you to rub it in. 

Please be gentle, be patient, be anything...but please don't be a "C U Next Tuesday."

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Thursday, June 19, 2014

I Was An Ugly Duckling #InvisalignTalk

Disclaimer: This is a sponsored post; however, all thoughts and opinions are my own. My excitement is 100% genuine. 

It is important that you understand that I haven't always been as gorgeous as I am today. No, during my tween years, I was...shall we say, "awkward as hell." I had crazy-frizzy hair, a very persistent case of the zits, and zero fashion sense. Most of these pesky appearance problems improved with time. Those that didn't, were easily hidden behind longer bangs and a bottle of AquaNet hairspray. The one problem that did not go away, no matter how much I matured, was the gap between my front teeth. 

This is me in 8th grade. 

I'm sure we can all agree that the space between my teeth should have been the least of my worries in this picture, but it wasn't. I hated smiling because of it, and I tried all sorts of home remedies to fix it including, but not limited to wrapping elastics tightly around the gap to force the close. 

Nothing worked.

I didn't want braces because many of my friends had them and complained constantly about the pain of tightening; sometimes with a mouth full of wax to keep the metal from slicing away at the sensitive skin around them. 

I would have loved Invisalign Teen. It could have saved me the agony of DIY methods. The clear aligners adjust crooked teeth as effectively as braces; without the metal! 

Years later, when my daughter's dentist suggested a trip to the orthodontist because of the same problem, she balked at the idea of braces for the same reasons I did. She didn't want a mouth full of metal for class pictures and worried about injury during her basketball games. 

She wanted Invisalign Teen, but I told her we couldn't afford the extra costs because I was certain it was way more expensive than braces. I was wrong. As it turns out, Invisalign is covered under many dental insurance plans, and they also offer reasonable payment options to suit individual needs! 

The other concern I had with Invisalign Teen was that she wasn't responsible enough to comply with or not lose the aligners when I wasn't able to watch over her like a hawk. They have that covered! The treatment includes up to SIX replacements absolutely free! Also, each tray has a blue indicator that will wear away if worn properly to ensure compliance with each step! They really thought of everything!! There are actually many benefits to choosing Invisalign Teen over tradition braces; for both tweens/teens and parents. 

  • Less time in the orthodontist office. Because there's no need for extra appointments for tightening and fixing broken wires, it's time saving. After the initial appointments, follow ups are usually scheduled every four to six weeks!  
  • The ability to floss and brush as usual. This was important to me. There aren't metal brackets and wires to worry about with Invisalign Teen. When it's time to floss, the clear trays can be removed and oral hygiene doesn't have to suffer! 
  • There are NO foods that are off limits. There is no need to avoid fun foods like chewing gum, apples, or popcorn with Invisalign Teen! Aligners can be removed and then replaced when finished. Everyone wins. 
The folks at Invisalign have made it easy to see if it's the right option for your family, what the costs will be, and to find an orthodontist near you that offers it (not all do)! They even put the entire process into an easy to follow graphic!

What do you think? Has your teen or pre-teen been referred to an orthodontist recently? Are you as excited as I am about Invisalign now that you have more facts? 

If so, enter below for a chance to win a free treatment!!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

How About One Less Racist Canadian?

I am sick of hearing the name "Justin Bieber" as it relates to all things awful. "The Biebs" has once again found himself some trouble, and I'm so over it. I'm not going to share the piece of shit video, but it's all over the Internets so you're probably aware. 

I don't care how cute he is, or how perfectly his hair wafts to one side. His mediocre talent does not outshine for me the fact that he is a full-blown, unapologetic racist. 

Perhaps it's because he is a "child star," or maybe it's the celebrity handlers that serve as a buffer between him and reality, but it seems as though Justin Bieber thinks he's above consequence. 

Could this possibly be related to the fact that hasn't suffered any for his actions?  I mean, I'm surely no expert, but I vote YES. When a nineteen year old gets caught driving under the influence, resisting arrest, and driving without a valid license there should be consequences. It shouldn't matter who you are or how much money you have. 

And now this? Really?

Sadly, even in 2014, while many of us are fighting for the rights of something or someone, we're still dealing with racism.  I believe it's everywhere, but many people have perfected the art of attempting to mask their prejudice and bigotry.

Justin's not hiding it. 
He's releasing video of himself singing a song about killing [insert n-word here] and joining the KKK. I'm sorry, but what the ridiculous fuck? I get that he doesn't want to be extorted, but come on! Perhaps in the future, it would be wise to not create such a hateful, disgusting video. 

I don't care how old he was when he made it, and I sure as hell don't think he should get any brownie points for "taking responsibility." There's NOTHING about being 14 years old that turns people into temporary racists. 

Does Donald Sterling get a free pass because he's old? Nope. No one is making excuses for his recent bad choices; and even if they are it's not impacting the consequence.  

I don't believe there is any room for gray area here. Either you have it in you to hate strangers and spew that hate, or you don't. Either we're tolerating racism, or we're not. 

I'm thinking it might be time that the United States had one less racist Canadian. 

What do you think?

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Open Letter To Rihanna Re: #PromBat

Dear Rihanna,

I just read an article about your terribly inappropriate behavior toward a high school student; the girl that idolized you enough to wear that dress. While I was reading, I couldn't help but wonder how much her mother worried for her and that dress; knowing that she might be held up to scrutiny at school for being different. I wonder if she voiced her concerns. I try to imagine the confidence it must have taken this teenage girl to wear the dress she felt most beautiful in; because it was like yours. I wonder if it was your voice in her head that encouraged her to be bold and true to herself. 

And then I feel sad for you. 

I feel sorry that you took such a beautiful testament of love and belief that someone had in you and made it ugly. I think of that old, cheesy saying, "Hurt people, hurt people," and I try to understand that you yourself have been ripped apart by the media. I remember seeing your picture while in line at the grocery store, and trying to imagine the force you must be; to be able to endure all of that negativity and still leave your house. 

The media has too much power, I thought; and I'm sure I prayed for you.

Today I'm praying for the girl you beat up because you could. With a simple hashtag, you can have all of the attention you want, and you used it to set a torturous ball in motion. 

I wonder if you knew that would happen...or if you even stopped to think about its possibilities. I wonder if you're aware that you have turned into that source of hate I was praying you would escape. And then I see more pictures of tweets to young girls; mocking their "avi" pictures, and their disappointment in your behavior. I wonder if they too learned from you that it was okay to be strong and speak their minds. These girls that looked up to you; idolized your power and strength, only to be crushed by it.

I wonder how you sleep, or if you do...knowing that the pain someone inflicted upon you; that pain magnified by the cameras and the news, and all over the tabloids is now yours because you choose to own it

"Hurt people, hurt people," that is true... but it's still a choice.

Shame on you.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Our Power Is Not Unique

Usually when I experience something that leaves me feeling overly emotional, it takes me a while to process. I put off writing about it so that I have time to analyze my feelings before sharing. Obviously, it's super helpful to know how you feel about something before you blast it all over the Internet. 

After the Listen To Your Mother Boston show, I was feeling overly everything. I'm still not sure how I feel about the overall experience. It was, by far, the most emotionally exhausting, amazing, heart-wrenching, beautiful thing I've experienced since I joined the blogging world. 

The day of the show, I got gussied; like, really dressed up. I struggle to remember the last time I put that much effort into my appearance. I dusted off an old black dress I haven't been able to squeeze into since before babies, and I purchased some hot pink pumps that screamed "I'm sexy, Bitch."

It was a step out of my comfort zone, and into a powerful emotional rainstorm; the kind that leaves wet hair matted to your face; one that left me feeling grateful to be alive and able to feel so intensely. I have always been "a crier," and there are days I can't get through an AT&T commercial without a tear. This was brutal. It was messy, and life changing.  

The rehearsals had me both laughing and crying hysterically. The bravery of these new friends and their stories of survival, empowerment, and wit amazed me in ways I couldn't understand at the time. I knew I loved these women right away; I just didn't understand the importance or significance of that love... until after the show.

I knew only one of the fourteen prior to the event, but after that first rehearsal, where we simply sat in a circle and shared our truths, I knew everyone in that room intimately. With every word they uttered, each of them wove their way into my heart and found a home. I have no doubt that they will remain there for the rest of my life. 

I read Because Life Was On The List, and struggled to hold back tears. It was so nice to have such an amazing group of women behind me. 

Joanna ~ A tiny spitfire, and a beautiful force to be reckoned with.  She read her piece Motherhood is a Web of Lies which was both hilarious and thought provoking. 

Cameron ~ A woman that has a profoundly loving presence that she may not even be aware of. The Roasting Pan and the Expanded Heart was a gorgeous story about the threads that tie us together as mothers and the connections that make us who we are. 

Diane ~ The only woman I knew before the show; soft spoken and always friendly, she has an amazing spirit and light that beams when she smiles. Her story Unusual Keepsakes From My Mom made me sad, but also grateful for tradition and the wonderful memories we can create with the simplest of things.

Kristin ~ Beautiful inside and out, with an unspeakable strength that I believe surprises her every day. Finding Hope Through the One Way Mirror provided inspiration and proof that the words, "Me too," are powerful beyond measure.

Janet ~ HILARIOUS and super-cute. I'm pretty sure I fell in love with her immediately after she opened her mouth, but The Back to School Serenity Prayer solidified that love forever. Seriously, the Vatican could learn a lesson or two from this woman.

Mary ~ "The Cool Mom," that she so clearly is shocked and inspired me with her story of Jesse in, Is She or Isn't She. Her presence was calming and reassuring, and I fear she has no idea that she has everything to do with why her daughter is so beautifully accepting. 

Chandreyee ~ POWERHOUSE of love and strength. Her story of the red kidney tray and her First Unborn had me feeling from the depths of my soul. The bravery it requires to process and find peace with such an experience is both beyond stunning and admirable.  

Cheryl ~ A kind and generous soul. She read her story of how a mother's love defies distance and time and the routine that finds her with her own mother every night at The Kitchen Sink. Her mother joined us for the show and I nearly broke down when they both cried at the end of this story. Powerful.

Tina ~ Mother of the Year. Her witty and hilarious story of The Thinking Girl's Thong invited us inside the process of acceptance that little girl is growing up, and the amazing ability to respect even the tiniest symbols of empowerment. 

Angie ~ Her astonishing willingness to show vulnerability was astounding and uplifting. Her story of Unspeakable Sacrifices dug deep into my chest and pulled at every dangling heart string. I could have hugged this woman for a year. 

Alexandra Elizabeth ~ My new BFF. Although she was unable to join us for the show to read Loving My Surprise, her journey from scared teen-mom to amazingly powerful example is beyond inspiring.

Tim ~ A handsome guy who loves and respects his mother's talent and sacrifice. I'm Ready for My Close-Up is a piece that exuded love and admiration for Mom, even in the midst of struggle and confusion, Tim sees his mother as a human being and loves her anyway. Loved this so much.

Michelle ~ WOW. This woman is my absolute hero. She is the reason I will never be able to in good conscience ever have a valid excuse to not follow my dreams. WOW. In Bring It On!, she invites us into her life and lets us know that anything is possible as long as you keep showing up for life. 

Liz ~ Is there nothing this woman hasn't accomplished? Such an amazingly down to Earth, friendly, strong, and powerful woman. She holds the kind of ambitious strength that doesn't need to be spoken. When she walks into the room, she owns it. She also has amazing style! She sold me completely on her bill MOM41 in No More Mom and totally has my vote if she ever decides to run for president. 

I realized, after listening to all of these women share themselves again and again, why I loved them so much immediately. 

They are me.  

The power we bring is not unique, it is the way in which we use it that is. Being included in this group of amazing women left me feeling amazing. I don't always feel that way. I imagine they don't either. This event, these women, reminded me of the fierceness and endless possibilities of WOMEN. I wanted to roar...just typing this brings that feeling back. 

The hugs and sense of camaraderie after the show was breathtaking. I've always said that if I can reach one person and let them know they're not alone, it makes my pain make sense. I felt an extraordinary sense of purpose that day, and plan to hold on to it.

I would like to thank the director, Jessica and the producers Cheryl and Phyllis for the opportunity to be a part of this amazing show. They put it together in a way that provided the perfect flow of feeling and inspiration. 

It was a great show; one that has left me forever changed.

To read more about this event and the amazing women involved, please visit Listen To Your Mother Boston. 

photo credit Allycia Waxman Photography

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