Uplifting And Positive News
So many of my current and fellow reporters will appreciate this reporter for Greek TV as he tries to shoot a stand up with a teasing horse determined to make him laugh. The Daily Mail says the reporter was trying to do a story for Makedonia TV, which was to include a stand up with Frankie the horse in the background. Clearly, Frankie has very specific ideas on how this stand up should go. And once the reporter gets the
Compton is perhaps not the first place a reporter would think to do a story on six academic superstars. That would be a mistake. A mistake to underestimate the power of girlfriends. Six girls who made a pact in middle school. CBS News reports that if one was going to succeed, they were all going to succeed. In the spirit of, “You, Go, Girlfriend!” check out what these girls have accomplished. Dedicated to each of my girlfriends who has pushed
I’m no doctor. I don’t even play one on TV. Yet, I’m about to make a bold diagnosis. Because I know a case of this when I see it. A case of “What Else-itis.” My friend, Tricia, has it right now. A freakish house fire burned down half her home last Fall. The company where she works has been bought, so her job is about to go away. Did I mention her husband has filed for divorce? Oh, and last
The decks have cleared. In the life of a woman whom I’ve never met, Yet who felt compelled to share her story with me. Folks do that. I guess that’s the gift I get for sharing my bumpy road to happy here on these pages. A gift I love. She shared how her career had soared among some of the highest positions in Washington. How once she was the youngest this. The most accomplished that. And then, Seemingly, Suddenly she
I could blame it on my mother-in-law. This week’s challenge, that is. My mother-in-law, truly a lovely lady. So delightful that when she came to town this week, she brought with her a container of homemade oatmeal cookies. My mouth waters just thinking about what might be, the best oatmeal cookie I’ve ever had. Perfectly round, baked to chewy consistency. I devoured a couple. Ok, maybe it was twelve. Who’s judging? Surely, not you. I savored each bite giving thanks
For you, Magnificent Woman–who is a creator whether or not you have kids, Mother’s Day. I actually write about magnificent aunts and women without children in my book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” And here is my column that ran this last week in The Atlanta Journal Constitution, The Dayton Daily News and other Cox Newspapers across the country. You, who thinks
Feeling so grateful to my professional family at HLN, first cousins to CNN. The beautiful Christi Paul invited me to come talk about reinventing my career, finding love and becoming a mom. The producers also found a ton of clips from my CNN career. Those moments seem like yesterday and another life. Just in case you missed the segment, here it is. If you want to see more about “Hope Possible,” you can find it here. Available in both print and
This is not the place to boast. Or brag. It’s not what I like to do here. And yet. I find the need to share. To make hooray. For me. For something I did this week. Something that until I did it, seemed far beyond my reach. My possibility. It happened on Wednesday. Okay. Here it is. I shampooed my hair. Reached my arms up over my scalp. And scrubbed. It’s possible I have underwhelmed you, Dear Reader? “Shampoo your
I thought I was going for lunch. With my daughter. Turns out I was headed for a reality check. From my daughter. “Why don’t you call ahead and make sure they are open?” I suggested playing the role of the boring, plan-ahead mother. I play it well. Seconds later a concerned look spread across Daughter’s face. The wrinkled nose. Similar to when I ask her to clean her room. Just enough so that I can see a surface. Of something.
I stole an hour of a remarkable woman’s time this week. For Barbara, time surely is a precious commodity. For all of us, truly. Barbara just knows it better than most of us. I would think she had better things to do than spend time talking to me, a stranger. See, Barbara is fighting for her life. Literally. This is the third time cancer has come knocking at her door. Breast cancer at 32. Again at 45. This time is
