Uplifting And Positive News
This actually appears in my new book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” If you like this piece, please check out the book. Sometimes you just can’t fake happy. You’ve suffered a loss that’s just too big. A friend reminded me of that this week. Got me thinking back to a time a few years back when my best lady friends were gathered around a
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Read moreWe had a crisis in our house this week. As are most crises with teenagers— This one was astronomical. Huge. Tragic. It involved, Get ready. It’s big. Our daughter losing her cell phone. Yes, I know. International relief funds have been started over tragedies smaller than this. “I think I left it behind at school,” she explained in a panic while using someone else’s phone. “I couldn’t go back and check or I’d miss the bus home.” You can imagine how this crisis
It takes a village to raise… A parent. You and I have long known about the need of the so-called village of neighbors, friends and family to raise our kids. Today, I’m thanking the village it takes to care for my mom. My mom, who has it made it quite clear she’s not leaving our hometown where she’s spent her entire life, even if all the kids live far away. My mom, who was diagnosed with a mild form of lymphoma a few months ago and has
It is one of the most formidable values I was raised with. Right up there with The Ten Commandments and not running with scissors. Simply, I am to never cancel a party or joyous occasion. No. Matter. What. The thinking is, life has so many challenges, that when joy is on the calendar, you must embrace, cherish and protect it. Do you get that, Dear Reader? Just how seriously do we take this in my family? When my mom became
Of all the cliché news phrases that drive me nuts, and trust me, there are more than a few— You can put up at the top of the list, “He lost his battle with cancer.” Please. We need to stop. Just stop saying this. Dear Reader, if your email to me is any indication, you get it. Ever since I began to share my mom’s journey of her recent diagnosis with lymphoma you have avalanched me with your story. With your
I took my mother for a large dose of poison last week. Sound crazy? It gets crazier. I actually did it two days in a row. That double dose of poison is a gift. I’m so thankful to have access to pump it throughout her body. What kind of daughter does such a thing? The kind that’s hoping to save her mother’s life. I shared last week, Dear Reader, how my mother has been diagnosed with lymphoma. The poison I’m
Honeymoon. Traveling the world as a news correspondent. Volunteering at an orphanage in Africa. I’ve had a lot of great reasons to get on a plane. I now have the best worst one. “The doctor called with the test results,” my mother said on the phone last week from the other side of the country. “The biopsy shows I have a low-grade form of lymphoma.” The air sucked out of the room and everything on my calendar instantly turned to
I’ve figured the perfect gift! It’s perfect for– Well, everybody. That’s why I am now committing to a crummy holiday season. Okay, maybe not the whole season, But at least a couple of days. A few failure moments. You know me, Dear Reader. I’m all about gratitude, being happy with what you have. But a line is gets crossed this time of year. To go on Facebook, to open your mailbox is to be deluged with perfection! Everyone’s children are
Some days I struggle with that sign. The one that hangs on the wall just inside our front door. “In Everything Give Thanks” it reads, painted on a simple wood plank. My friend, Dana, gave me that sign about six years ago, a reminder of a time when things weren’t feeling so thank-y around here. A reminder of a time when something that seemed bad at first, turned out to be rather awesome, something indeed to be thankful for. I don’t know
