Uplifting And Positive News
I bet you have a tattoo. It’s possible you have not been hanging out in a tattoo parlor wincing as some dude named, “Clyde” etches a skull and bones onto your right bicep. And yet, I bet you have a tattoo. I say this as part of a triple confession. Let’s start with—I don’t like tattoos. Never have seen their charm. Never have looked at someone who had one and thought, “Yep, they look better with that.” It’s possible tattoos
“Did you cry?” There you have the number one thing my daughter wanted to know, as she quizzed me like I was a guilty suspect and she was a top detective on CSI. Truth is, I can’t really blame her. As I’ve shared with you Dear Reader, since becoming a parent, I’ve become a crier. If you ask my kids, they will tell you that I cry at the most ridiculous times. I cried when one filled out a form
It was one of the biggest break ups of my life. If I’m honest with you, Dear Reader, I must tell you there are times when I’m still not over this great love. There are days, well, no, okay, at least moments, where I look over my shoulder and wonder, “Maybe we could try one more time to make this work?” This time, I have Robin Williams to thank for setting me straight. For love, the pull, the temptation are
Leave it to a bunch of chickens to teach me a lesson. About gratitude. About what is enough. About what makes a party. Yes, I did say, “chickens.” As in the 7 crazy chickens I have living in our backyard. Got my first chickens about four years ago, the day before my first date with my now husband. That was one lucky week. Lets get right to it. Folks always want to know do we get fresh eggs? Sure do.
My friend called this week to explain something I’d never considered. Great friendship comes down to a stack of pancakes. Her sweet call was apparently prompted by a visit with another friend of hers. A friend who has just filed for divorce. “Being there for her reminded me how you were there for me,” my friend said in a voicemail that I know I will keep for a long time. “How years ago you were there for me during
Get my friend, Claire, on the phone right now! We need to have lunch. Like now. I got some ‘splainin’ to do to my friend who happens to be about 15 years younger than I am. The urgent need popped up when I got an email from her earlier this week. Seems sweet Claire is tired of watching what seems like all of her friends getting married and having babies. Oh, how I remember those days, which for me turned
Is it possible to be rude, bored and fired up all at the same time? I’m thinking, “You, bet!” as I look the latest “100 Most Powerful Women” list from Forbes Magazine. Rude, in the sense that I’m ready to tell this highly respected business magazine what I think of their list. And I’m not thinking “Yeah, Baby! You hit it!” Bored, as in the sense, that I have time to do such web surfing because I’m stuck at home
Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I find that a less attractive option the older I get. There’s that. Maybe I just shouldn’t have looked. But who could miss it? My eyes popped out first. Couldn’t Believe What I Saw Two teenaged girls behind me waiting to check out in the grocery store wearing shorts. Shorts. What an understatement that was. Shorts. Too long a word to describe the length of the garments on these girls. Hoochie mama shorts.
As lucky charms go, mine is not shy. “Daryn, you should write a column about me,” she strongly suggested this week. Since she is the one who, I believe, changed my life for the best ever, hers is a request I’m sure to fulfill. So here goes. She showed up at one of those low times. One of those, feel sorry for myself, this is never going to get better, I’m on verge of getting bitter, Pity Party for One,
Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: Dear Valentine’s Day, Let’s face it: things have not been great between you and me. With your special day upon us, I feel no better time to discuss the issues we have had over the years. All that time I was single and you insisted on stocking every grocery store, drug store, flower shop, shopping mall and airport kiosk
