Mother’s Day Inspiration

When we were kids, we knew we were supposed to get a card for mom on Mother’s Day. Maybe we also got flowers or some other trinket for a gift. We weren’t sure the reason for this day other than that it is marked on calendars in permanent print.

I remember only one of the gifts I gave my mom when I was a kid and the reason I remember it is because it made her cry (in the good way). I was a teenager (which I know because I bought a gift during one of those mall hangouts with my friends). It was a porcelain picture frame with light pink roses on it and I inserted a picture of her holding me as a baby from one of our family albums. She loved it.

This morning has just gotten started but my husband is already in the kitchen making me breakfast. (Wonderful man!) My toddler presented me with a card containing his handprint in soft green ink. My teenage stepson has something still tucked away from his mall hangout on Friday night. And after breakfast, we’ll be headed to Longwood Gardens to stroll amidst flowers.

This may be my favorite Mother’s Day yet.

I’m still not sure why we have Mother’s Day, but since we do, today I’m going to focus on being present. On spending this time with my husband and boys. I will call my mom and my stepmom. I will celebrate my mother-in-law.

I also honor all of you who are mothers, stepmothers, adopted mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers, godmothers, and those who desperately want to be mothers.

For all the things you do on a daily basis to keep your family running, for the support you give, for the hugs and kisses, and for the discipline you painstakingly bestow… thank you.

For your patience, time, love, and selflessness… thank you.

For the moments you showed perfect motherhood and all the times you didn’t but kept trying anyway… thank you.

For all the times you’ve held it together and all the times you lost it… thank you.

Thank you because you show up. Every day. Rain or shine. Sickness or health. In all your imperfect glory (because mine is most certainly imperfect).

Here’s a little inspiration for your day…

Why Mother’s Day is for the Birds by Ann Voskamp – An honest post about motherhood in all its imperfectness.

And this video which is my little Mother’s Day tradition (even though Borders is now long gone) because you never stop being a mom…

Happy Mother’s Day!

I’m Talking About Grandparents

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This is just a quick note to let you know that I have a post up at Grandmother Hen. No, I’m not a grandma yet (and better not be for a long, long time). I’m over there talking about my own grandparents and my kids’ grandparents. Check it out here: Grandparents Near and Far.

Grandmother Hen is a resource for grandparents to be part of a community to talk about health, lifestyle, safety, and the kiddos. Spread the word to grandparents you know. This is a good one!

Why We Don’t Go Downtown Anymore

You know how you hear a catchy song and you find yourself singing it all the time, maybe dancing a little? Well, that song for me right now is Lady Antebellum’s “Downtown.”

It’s a bouncy little country number in which a woman is asking her man why they don’t go out anymore. “I don’t know why you don’t take me downtown / like you got anywhere better to be.” (If you know this song, I apologize now in advance for the way you’ll be singing it all day.)

As a parent, going out doesn’t happen often. Between having a toddler and having a teenager with an active social life but no driver’s license, our weekends often revolve around family. Which is truly great, actually. I like family time.

Still… “I have some platforms sitting in the corner / they wanna stroll on a city sidewalk / I gotta dress that’ll show a little uh-uh / but you ain’t gettin’ uh-uh if you don’t come pick me up.”

So dang catchy.

Anyhow, last weekend my husband took me out for a date night birthday dinner. We went to my favorite restaurant (the uber-delicious Barclay Prime in Philadelphia). Rather than making a later dinner reservation as we usually do, my husband set the reservation at 6:00 p.m. so we would have plenty of time to do something after, like maybe sit in a bar and have some drinks. I loved the idea. (I also loved that our date wouldn’t be over when dinner was cleared.)

We lounged through sparkling water, cocktails, popovers, appetizer, steaks, sides, dessert, cappuccino. By the time we finished eating, I was stuffed. Not just full, stuffed. Like busting out of my dress, couldn’t possibly fit one more crumb or drop of liquid in me, stuffed. There was no way I was ready for drinks.

So when my husband asked what I wanted to do next, I suggested going to the bookstore. (I love the bookstore. I have a shelf and a half of books in my to-read pile not to mention another dozen or so ebooks, yet I can never resist a bookstore.)

He laughed because it’s quite silly to get dressed up and go all the way to Philadelphia for a bookstore, but he gets me. The prospect of strolling through a bookstore, hand-clasping, and not having to visit the train table or the Lego table… well, that’s a treat.

After wandering all three floors and paying for a few new additions to our library, he again asked what I wanted to do.

Now, a little part of me still wanted to have a grown-up night out and go have a drink. But most of me was over the heels I was wearing, still full from dinner, just wanted a water. I looked at him and said, “Honestly, I kind of want to go get in jammies and read in bed. Is that lame?”

He laughed once again, kissed me, and said, “It’s your birthday. If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.”

Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project, has said that she wishes she were the kind of person who wanted to go to a jazz club at midnight and people will say, “But Gretchen, you live in New York City. You can totally go to a jazz club at midnight!” And she replies, “I know I can. I just don’t want to.”

And that, my friends, is why we don’t go downtown anymore. It’s a special treat once in a while (particularly for that restaurant), but we just aren’t downtown kind of people.

We did, however, close down the Burger King last night. Oh, yeah. Be jealous.

Celebrating One Year of Live Wonderstruck

WOW OH WOW! Live Wonderstruck is celebrating its one year anniversary today. Blogiversary? Hmm, I think so, yes. It is a one year blogiversary.

One year since I launched this site with a little post called Bring on the Wonder.

What has been my favorite part?

It’s hard to say. There are so many things I love- the space to write, the friendly commenters, all of you who take time to read my words.

One of my favorite things has definitely been the involvement of others. This is the first blog where I have posted interviews. So many wonderful people have stepped up. It’s been amazing to see how differently each of them answer the same five questions.

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Thank you to all of my wonderstruck interviewees!

What has been your favorite part?

According to the analytics, my highest viewed posts for the past year are:

I can’t help but notice that food took up three of the top four spots. Noted. I like food. I can talk about food.

The posts you talked about the most (by way of comments, that is) were often interviews including Rhonda Hopkins, Judythe Hopkins, and Liv Rancourt. Then again you also commented a lot on When You Don’t Have Anything to Do on a Friday Night So You Buy Ducks. Understandable.

Food, interviews, ducks. Got it. I’m on it.

I rise to the challenge of bringing on more wonder. Which brings me to another point: I’m looking for many more interviewees so if you have a suggestion, send me a note on the contact page. And if you are the one who would like to jump in, check out the interviews page for details.

In the meantime, I’ll keep plugging away in usual (and maybe unusual) wonderstruck fashion.

Thank you, thank you for being part of this journey.

 

A Poem and a Sketch From What Might Have Been Lost Time

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Craggy branches sprawl
shadow navy moonlit sky
a macabre peace

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I wrote this haiku last weekend while waiting for my teenage stepson to come out from a sweet sixteen party.

My husband and I had dropped him off earlier that evening, then run a few errands, had dinner, strolled a bookstore, and then it was 11:00 p.m. and things were closing. The party didn’t end until midnight so we sat in the parking lot until it ended. My husband opted for a quick nap and my toddler was playing in his car seat.

I’ve made it a practice to carry a notebook with me nearly everywhere I go, but I rarely end up using it for more than a quick note. But there I was in a dark parking lot with time to kill and a pesky little inner voice mocking me: ”a true writer would take this opportunity to write.”

So I pulled out my notebook and stared at a blank page for a minute unsure of what to write. That’s when I noticed the big twisty tree silhouetted in front of me. It looked like a scene from a children’s haunted tale.

I put my pen to paper and scribbled until I had a small poem I was happy with. Then I sketched the tree to help solidify it in my memory. (I don’t draw much nor have I ever really learned to do so, but I made do with my limited skills.)

I’m glad I had my notebook with me that night. This scratched up page makes me happy.

All That Led Up to Live Wonderstruck

Live Wonderstruck may be approaching its first anniversary (next week!) but I’ve been blogging for five years now. Wow. It surprises me that it’s been so long.

It all began in February 2007 when I was working as a Web Producer for a trade magazine publisher. Knowing how things work on the web was my job and blogging was a topic that was coming up with more frequency.

I learn best by example (seeing and doing), so I hopped over to blogger.com, which I knew was a popular free blogging platform, and began my first blog called Life After Web.

My first post was called The Internet: From Resource to Pastime and from there I continued to write short posts about the internet, technology, and human interaction (or the decline thereof). I pondered the relevance of Second Life and Twitter. I got my first comment. (So thrilling!)

I was hooked.

But I didn’t only want to be the web geek girl. I wanted to talk about fluffy, happy, silly things. So off I went to wordpress.com to start a second blog. (Why WordPress and not Blogger? So that I would learn them both, of course.)

On a Lighter Note… opened in April 2007 with this message: “to remind us all that life is good, human kindness still exists, and simple pleasures are moodlifting.” (Hmm… sounds like something I would say here on Live Wonderstruck.)

Somewhere thereafter I decided that maintaining two blogs was too much, so I combined them both under the heading of Life After Web and eventually purchased LifeAfterWeb.com (announced in December 2010: Time for a Big Girl URL).

In other blogging adventures I realized a need for information about stepfamilies. Being a stepmom, as well as a stepdaughter and stepsister, I thought I could shed some light on the topic. Too Many Toasters launched in December 2009 with a subtitle I loved: “Stepfamily life and other anomalies resulting in confusion and excess small appliances.” My first post was the toaster explanation.

It was during this time that I started blogging for WorkingMother.com, too (The Whole Shebang). They were interested in blended families so my new blog idea was just what they were looking for. (This was when I was web producer for a magazine publisher in New York City. Working Mother was one of the titles I worked with along with Popular Science, Parenting, and Saveur. Good times and I learned a lot- mostly that, in my project management role, I had strayed too far from writing.)

The problem with blogging about stepfamily life is you’re not just blogging about yourself. You’re blogging about your family. Things I wanted to share that I thought other people might benefit from weren’t necessarily my stories to tell. I waffled over what I could and couldn’t say. In May 2010 I stopped posting on Too Many Toasters. My unintentionally last post was Mom/Stepmom Relationship.

I went back to Life After Web, then I took a long break from blogging altogether. When I came back I began to wonder if it was time for a fresh start. I thought about my goals and the topics I’m interested in. I consulted my good friend and brand adviser. I thought and dreamed and drafted ideas.

In May 2012 Live Wonderstruck was born. A fresh new space without baggage.

The funny thing is I’ve recently found myself visiting Life After Web. Kind of a lot. There are things I wrote that I didn’t even remember. Some words that sounded really good and I was proud they had come from me. (And some not so much.)

Maybe absence has made me fall back in love with it. I love the longevity it has. I couldn’t just let that go. And honestly, part of me wants to go right back there. Right back to where it all started. But that was then and this is now. And I love Live Wonderstruck, too.

So, I’ve decided on a compromise. I’ve now imported all the old posts from all the old blogs right here on this site. I’ve organized them under the categories I already had here (and added one more: Technology & Web).

There have been 124 posts on Live Wonderstruck since it started last year. To that I add more than 400 posts from my earlier blogs. I don’t expect you to go back and read each one. But they’re here and maybe you’ll stumble across some new favorites.

Next week Live Wonderstruck will celebrate it’s first anniversary. Today it celebrates all that came before. All that led to this.

Hooray for complicated pasts.

 

 

 

 

A Fiction Round Robin Story Adventure

I have this awesome group of writers I’ve been lucky enough to “meet” online. We recently struck up a writing adventure together- round robin style. The amazing Laird Sapir provided the title and graphic and each person has taken a turn writing a chapter then passing it on to the next person.

I recommend catching up on the earlier chapters if you have some time. If you only have a few minutes, however, here is a bit of a recap (with spoilers!).

Chapter 1 by Tami Clayton – In which we meet Twinkle (thus named for his love of the song Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star); his father Geraldo, a toy maker; and his mom Juniper Jackie who leaves to pursue her passion for tree climbing acrobatics. Twinkle is summoned by the Sparkle Sudz Soap spokesmodel (The Golden Goddess) through his television.

Chapter 2 by Mike Schulenberg – In which we meet archnemesis Lord Lobstar, his army of Shrimperators, and a cloaked figure named Jupernia.

Chapter 3 by Liv Rancourt – In which we learn that The Golden Goddess is Jupernia’s sister.

Chapter 4 by Ellen Gregory – In which Jupernia goes to Twinkle’s house for help, but Lord Lobstar lands his crustaship in the garden and Twinkle is captured.

Chapter 5 by Richard Monro – In which Twinkle is tortured by the Shrimperators but manages to ward them off with Sparkle Sudz Soap.

Chapter 6 by Kim Griffin – In which Jupernia tells Twinkle that soap won’t work against Lord Lobstar and we learn that Jupernia is actually long lost Juniper Jackie.

Chapter 7 by Jodi Lea Stewart – In which we learn Jupernia is from a planet of trees and Lord Lobstar plans to ruin her planet as well as earth. He’s a little angry ever since SpongeBob stole his girl.

Chapter 8 by Cora Ramos – In which Jupernia explains to Twinkle and Geraldo why she really had to leave and devises a plan to thwart Lord Lobstar using paprika, soap, and lavender. Alas, Twinkle has run off.

So, what does a writer do when handed this story? She curses, laughs, notes a few key points, and types away. I give you Chapter 9…

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Lather: The Twinkle Jackson Story

Chapter 9

SparkleSudz“He’s gone.” Jupernia spun from one side to the other in case Twinkle was somehow just hiding in a corner. Spinning didn’t help. He was still gone. “Damn it, Geraldo. Twinkle is gone!”

“What do you mean gone? Twinkle doesn’t go anywhere.” Geraldo had come up behind Jupernia and was now surveying the otherwise empty room.

“We can’t stop Lord Lobstar without him.”

“Hold on,” Geraldo said and left the room.

Jupernia huffed muttering, “Hold on? Lord Lobstar’s crustaship is squashing the squash plants outside and Twinkle is gone. Sure, let’s just hold on.” She paced the floor wishing the sister she only mostly hated would appear at a convenient time for once.

Hiccup.

“You rang?”

Jupernia whipped around to find the Golden Goddess standing there in all her perfect elegance. “Don’t do that! You startled me.”

“Did you or did you not need me?”

“Twinkle is gone.”

“What do you mean gone?”

“Why does everyone keep asking that? Gone. As in gone.”

“We can’t stop Lord Lobstar’s evil plan without him.”

Jupernia rolled her eyes. “I know.”

Geraldo returned surprised to see two women where only one stood before. Rather than waste precious time wondering where Jupernia’s sister had come from and why she was dressed like the Sparkle Sudz Soap icon, he simply said, “I know how to find him.”

“How?”

“With this.” He held out a small rectangle.

“Geraldo,” Jupernia said, “you detest all things technological and especially that fruity company ever since your falling out with Steve when you were children. Why on earth do you have an iPhone?”

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?” The way he phrased it as a question made Jupernia question his motives, but there wasn’t time for that now. They had to find Twinkle fast.

Geraldo opened an app and in a few minutes a little glowing dot appeared on a map. “He’s there.”

The Golden Goddess looked over his shoulder. “How do you know?”

“I tracked his phone.”

Jupernia’s jaw dropped. “You got Twinkle a cell phone?”

“No. He got it himself. He doesn’t know I know.”

She smiled. “Aren’t you full of surprises? Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

Five minutes later, they were knocking on the door of a small white house on the other side of town. The Golden Goddess cocked her head to the side like a dog. “Does anyone else hear quacking?”

Before anyone could answer, the door opened just wide enough for a girl’s face to peer through. “Can I help you?”

Geraldo spoke. “We’re looking for my son, Twinkle Jackson. Is he here?”

“Aww, Dad.” The door opened a little further and there was Twinkle with his radiant hair. “How’d you find me?”

Geraldo held up his phone.

Twinkle couldn’t believe it. “You have an iPhone?”

Casting a wink at Jupernia he said, “Why does everyone keep asking me that? Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

“This is Surnia.”

The Golden Goddess stepped forward greeting Surnia first, then turning to Twinkle. “Look, toots, we need your help. We have Sparkle Sudz Soap, paprika, and lavendar, but we can’t save the planet without you.”

“It’s you,” Twinkle gasped. “You talked to me through the tv.” Surnia raised her eyebrows at Twinkle. He shrugged. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

They all turned to leave the porch and found themselves ensconced by large white ducks that had managed to sneak up behind them. “I told you I heard quacking,” the Golden Goddess said.

“Those are mine,” Surnia said. “We raise ducks, chickens, and turkeys.”

Jupernia looked at the army of ducks then at her sister. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You bet I am. Surnia, you and your ducks are coming, too.”

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Will Twinkle and his family and friends be able to stop Lord Lobstar from destroying the Earth and Planet Juniper before it’s too late?

We’ll find out as the story continues. I think Elizabeth Fais is up next, so watch her blog for the next installment. I’ll try to keep you updated here as new chapters come out.

Building the Coop

Soon it will be time for the ducks to move out of our bathroom (thank goodness!) to the great outdoors- something they can’t do until they are fully grown (to better ward off unfriendly creatures), fully feathered (to regulate their body temperature), and have a place to live.

In comes the chicken coop.

Our research showed that ducks can live in chicken coops and, even better, ducks and chickens can cohabitate in coops (in case we decide to get chickens at some point in time).

My husband (Mr. Go Big or Go Home) had a grand vision of building a whimsical little coop that would be a fun little addition to our garden (which itself has a grand plan but still needs a substantial amount of execution). Jeff says he wants the garden to be a place I will love to be in- sitting and puttering my days away.

Sounds dreamy to me. The only problem is I’m a little tired of projects. I didn’t like the idea of adding another project to the list when there is still so much to do to set up the garden and when chicken coops are available for purchase built and ready to go.

Store bought varieties are a bit pricey and we couldn’t find one that seemed right for our needs, so I set out online and found ChickenSaloon.com. Some of their models seemed a bit small for what we wanted, but The Rambler looked like it might work. Thanks to a sale they were running and a coupon my husband found, we snatched it up for a great price.

Here is how it came…

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Okay, well it didn’t arrive in a tornado as it appears in the photo. It came in two boxes with pictorial assembly instructions which led to us affectionately referring to it as the IKEA coop. (I wonder if IKEA sells coops?)

It came with seven different screw packets of slightly varying sizes. Seven! (Jeff had already started with packet 1 when I took the photo.)

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So we set out to assemble IKEA coop. “What’s first,” my husband asked.

I looked at Step 1 (as shown in the box below the screw list). “Um… pretty much… build a coop.”

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“Okay,” he said. And so we did. Here is my handy-dandy husband at work.

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And here is the (mostly) finished product…

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It’s cute. There’s just one problem. We’re not sure it will work for the ducks.

The doorway is a bit narrow for our ducks, who are growing insanely fast. And once the ducks are inside there are roosting bars that hang about one foot above the floor (the roosting bars help chickens get up into the nesting boxes which are hanging off the sides of the coop). The ducks aren’t short enough to walk under.

They’re removable, so we could take them out, but if we decide to get chickens in the future (a possibility we tried to accommodate with a supposedly larger coop), they would need the bars.

Also, the floor space is only about 9 square feet which doesn’t seem big enough for what could be a minimum of 8 birds (2 ducks, plus chicks which are sold as a minimum of 6). Things could get tight in that little house.

So after all that, we may be selling the coop and starting over with the original idea of building one to suit our needs. We have some friends that want to get chickens and offered to buy the coop, so it will go to a good home and should suit their chicken-only needs perfectly.

As for us, we’ll be in project mode once again.

Ducks: Week 4 update

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The ducks, they are a-growing. Squackers and Buttons have been with us for four weeks now and are probably four times the size (or more) from when we got them.

They are as tall as the walls of their brooder (i.e., Rubbermaid storage container). Here they are huddling in the corner trying to avoid me…

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They didn’t imprint on us as we’ve heard ducks sometimes do. I don’t know if there’s still time for that or if we’ve missed the window. They’re not mean or anything, they just try to get away from us when we come to feed them or move them.

We can hold them, however it takes a few minutes for them to settle in and its much harder to do alone now because they are so big. It’s easier if my husband takes one and I take the other and we sit close so each duck knows the other is safe.

Their yellow fuzz is being filled in by patches of white feathers. This makes their backs really fluffy and soft at the moment. The color and texture variations are particularly outstanding on their cheeks (do ducks have cheeks?).

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With their current size and the appearance of feathers, I suspect our little friends will be ready to move outside in a few more weeks.

Interview: Robert Thornton

Each Wednesday is Wonderstruck Interview day. Hearing other people’s stories is a great way to see things from a different perspective and perhaps find something new to apply to our own lives.

Today’s interviewee is Robert Thornton, founder of Paper Clouds Apparel. Paper Clouds Apparel sells t-shirts, prints, and greeting cards featuring artwork designed by individuals with special needs and half of the proceeds go back to the school or organization who donated the work. As their tagline says, “Helping others has never looked so good.”

RobertThorntonWhat have you been wonderstruck by recently?

I was wonderstruck by a group of people from Wisconsin who sent me letters thanking me for what I am doing to help those with special needs. Sometimes I can get frustrated and worn thin by working 110-hour weeks, but these letters reached me at the perfect time and reminded me exactly why I am doing this.

What part of your day are you grateful for?

I am literally grateful for every morning I am allowed to open my eyes. Every new day is a chance to change a life in a positive manner.

What part of your day is tough? How do you move through it?

The middle of the afternoon can be tough. If I had a long day of sending unreturned emails or a slow day selling our Paper Clouds Apparel products to raise funding for special needs schools/organizations, it can frustrate me a little. I just take a look at some of the emails I received from the parents of children with special needs thanking me for doing what I am doing, then I snap out of it real quick. :)

What do you wish you are more conscious of?

I wish I was more conscious of taking care of myself. I know I need to get more sleep, eat better and get more exercise. But when I try to sleep, my mind keeps spinning–thinking about the emails I need to send, people I need to call and art I need to collect. Then, I forget to eat a lot of the time because I am busy working on projects. And when I’m at the gym, my mind starts telling me all the things I could be doing for Paper Clouds Apparel instead of lifting. I just need to recognize that all my work will be much better if I am rested and healthy. So, now I am scheduling sleep, time to eat and exercise, and it is already sharpening my work.

How do you stay focused on what is truly important to you?

To stay focused on the task at hand of growing Paper Clouds Apparel and helping millions of individuals with special needs I simply just need to read emails I have received from parents of children with special needs thanking me for what I am doing. I have been very blessed to receive a large amount of positive reinforcement from members of the special needs community who see all the different ways what I am doing with Paper Clouds Apparel is beneficial to all with special needs. Their positive words and how hard they work to help their children gives me all the extra motivation I need to keep fighting the good fight.

About Robert Thornton:

Robert is the founder of Paper Clouds Apparel. Paper Clouds Apparel raises funding for special needs schools and organizations, while showcasing the amazing artistic abilities and talents of those with special needs.

Every two weeks, Paper Clouds Apparel is teamed up with a different special needs school or organization. So, every two weeks there is a new line of shirts, 8×10″ prints and greeting card sets featuring amazing art created by artists with special needs.

Find Robert and Paper Clouds Apparel here:

Website: www.papercloudsapparel.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/PaperCloudsApparel
Twitter: @PaperCloudsPCA