Tuesday, April 22, 2014
I'm excited and honored to be part of the cast for Listen to Your Mother OC. This incredible show is "giving motherhood a microphone"...literally. The show, produced and performed locally in cities across the nation, features live readings about motherhood--the trials, the triumphs, the side-splittingly funny moments and the ones that shatter your heart into a million pieces.
LTYM’s mission includes supporting parents and communities in both creative and tangible ways. The benefits of LTYM reach beyond the audience and cast, with a portion of the proceeds from all productions going to a national charitable cause and local community charitable causes supporting mothers and families. Ten percent of the Orange County LTYM ticket proceeds will benefit WISEPlace – A Community of Housing and Hope for Women.
Performing on stage in front of (gulp) hundreds of people is far, far outside my comfort zone. But I'm humbled to be joining a truly outstanding, talented cast and very proud to be part of such a powerful event. If you're in the SoCal area, I'd love to see you there!
To purchase tickets for Listen to Your Mother OC, visit http://listentoyourmothertheoc.brownpapertickets.com. And if you're feeling lucky, check out my friend Kim's awesome LTYM ticket giveaway here!
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
|Last year's spring cleaning cast-offs. Best feeling in the world!|
Flowers...birds...a bittersweet goodbye to boots and sweaters. Because in LA, it's spring time again. 70 degrees and sunny. Not to be confused with the 70-degrees-and-sunny winter season, or the 70-degrees-and-sunny fall. Did I mention I'm an east coast girl at heart and I really, really miss the seasons?
Spring is officially here, and since I no longer get to celebrate new seasons with actual changes in the weather, I celebrate them with new beginnings, new resolutions, and--most important of all--a good old-fashioned clutter clearing.
If you've followed me here for a while, you know how much I love to get rid of clutter. Holding on to more physical clutter (and digital clutter) is directly related to mental clutter. Less belongings equal less mess, less chaos, and more space to breathe, create, and dream. So this spring, I'm really excited to be taking a brand-new and somewhat hard core approach to getting rid of stuff thanks to my friend Morgan at the818.com. She's created a hashtag called #cutyourcrap, and she's tossing 5 things a day for the next 90 days on an epic journey toward a clutter-free summer. Less stuff and more zen by summertime? Count me in.
Sound like too much to handle? That's where Glad Black bags come in. I'm a huge believer in tossing stuff without looking back, so at any given moment during my clutter-clearing phases there are three giant trash bags labeled with masking tape: Trash, Recycle, and Donate. Glad's easy-to-use, industrial strength bags make it super easy to set a timer (10 minutes max!) right before bedtime, take a good hard look around the house, and find five things to toss, recycle, or give away.
I'll be posting some of the things I'm letting go of on Instagram with the #cutyourcrap hashtag, so if you want to join in, come visit me there and don't forget to post some photos of your own--when it comes to tossing stuff, there's definitely motivation in numbers. There's nothing like social media to give you a not-so-gentle nudge when it's time to let go of your prom dress or the instruction manual to an alarm clock that broke during the Clinton administration...
(Let it go. Let it GO...)
*sorry. I couldn't help it!
And for even more clutter clearing inspiration, check out this awesome Glad Black video!
Disclosure: This post has been sponsored by Glad, but concerns my own opinion.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
OMG you're THREE.
By the time you're old enough to read this, you'll roll your eyes at that first line and how lame Mommy can be sometimes. Let's be honest: if you could read NOW you'd roll your eyes, because since the minute you were born you've been a tough crowd. Quick to understand the joke but slow to be amused...until we hit on just the right thing to make you giggle, and then you laugh uncontrollably with such infectious, enormous delight that it makes us laugh like crazy too.
You are three and you are amazing. You are affectionate and sweet and empathetic. You ask a million questions, and they're really, really good ones. You talk nonstop (at least, when your sister gives you the chance to get a word in) in fourteen-word sentences with your funny toddler-pronunciation I still don't always understand.You notice everything. You are listening and watching all the time. You get smarter and wiser and more compassionate every day. You know when someone is tired, or sad, or needs a giant N-hug. The ferocity of your love leaves me breathless and laughing and sometimes bruised in weird places. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
You are a dedicated, fiercely loyal and loving little brother. E is your whole world. You would follow her anywhere, to the ends of the earth or the edges of the backyard. The two of you have this magical, unexplainable and unbreakable bond that blows my mind and makes me grateful every day.
You wear sunglasses all the time, everywhere, sometimes indoors. You are blue jeans and big-boy underwear and race car pajamas. You are golden curls and clear blue eyes that disappear completely when you laugh. You laugh all the time and we love that about you. You love books and trains and cookies, pizza and carrots and Lightning McQueen (oh my goodness, how you love Lightning McQueen...) Your favorite game is Hungry Hungry Hippos, and you always need to be the blue one, because blue is your very favorite color. You still sleep with your Dora the Explorer doll and your giraffe lovey every night...but your favorite expression is "I do it MYSELF, Mommy!"
You are more stubborn than all the rest of us put together, and that's saying a lot. You know your own mind and aren't afraid to let anyone know it. You are secret giggles and silly jokes and nonstop mischief. You push boundaries. You want to be seen and listened to and understood. You are as shy as you are brave. Your need for independence, and your need to be curled up safe in my lap, shift back and forth like a pendulum.
I hope you never stop wanting to be independent. I hope you never stop curling up in my lap. I am so very, very proud of you, my beautiful son, for being strong and kind and affectionate and stubborn and silly and loving and brave. You bring smiles to the faces of everyone you meet. You light up my whole world. You are getting bigger every minute...but you are, always and forever, my baby boy.
Happy Birthday, sweet N.
I love you so much.