Do you remember Throwback Thursday a/k/a #ThrowbackThursday a/k/a #TBT?
What happened to that?
Oh, to be sure, #TBT is still around. You’ll still see plenty of pictures of days gone by posted by your friends and family and celebrities and companies on Facebook and Instagram and other social media. And the success of Facebook’s On This Day feature and the Timehop app shows that people are itching to find and share their past memories. Most of you have posted many Throwback Thursday memories in the past few years.
I’ve seen ’em. 🙂 Continue reading “#bringbackthrowback”
“You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em….” – Kenny Rogers
Recently, I found out that my presence might be required in Las Vegas at an upcoming work conference. Though there were a litany of reasons I wasn’t keen on the idea, three major ones stuck out:
- I drink so infrequently that I have a slight buzz after eating pasta made with white wine sauce.
- The thought of staying up until the wee hours of the morning at an after-party after a long day of work and making small talk with strangers made me want to crawl in bed and go to sleep. At 8 PM.
- My idea of gambling involves $1 worth of pennies and a slot machine. Maybe $5, if I’m feeling lucky.
Needless to say, I was happy that I had too many pressing deadlines so I wouldn’t need to attend. I actually think it had nothing to do with my workload and more to do with the look on my face when the suggestion was made that I go, the one that silently begged, “Please don’t make me go, please don’t make me go.” Continue reading “What We Pass Down”
Earlier this month, Bob Dylan, one of the most successful, well-known, and celebrated musicians—if not somewhat controversial—in our history, won the 2016 Nobel Prize in Literature. Dylan is the first musician to receive the award, and his selection sparked many discussions on whether or not he truly deserved the prize due to the fact that he is a songwriter instead of an author.
All debates aside, there is no question that Dylan is a masterful storyteller. The messages and lessons that his music communicates transcend time and are ones to which we can instantly relate, no matter the generation we grew up in. Regardless of age, we are all bound to know a song or two by him. We’re sure you’ve probably familiar with some of his most famous tunes, like The Times They Are A Changin’ or Like a Rolling Stone. Continue reading “The Times They Are A Changin’”
“I want to sing like the birds sing—not worrying about who hears—or what they think.” – Rumi
When I put my daughter, Zoey, to sleep at night, the one thing she always asks is for me to tell her the story of my day. For years, I’ve happily obliged to this request.
She started asking about my day she was only 3, an age where silliness was always a crowd-pleaser. In an effort to make my job seem just a tad bit more entertaining, I created a pretend group of silly animals that would hop in my purse and tag along with me into work. I’d tell her stories of the trouble they’d get into while I was busy with projects or meetings. Lulu the Mouse was frequently found in random places throughout the office, Chunk the Chipmunk would always be found eating something, Sky the Skunk would be found somewhere stinking up the place, and Honey the Bunny would live up to her name and behave while the rest of her friends caused a ruckus. “I mean, honestly, Zoey, by the time I found Chunk he had so many Peanut M&M’s stuffed into his cheeks he couldn’t even talk,” I’d tell her as she would collapse into a fit of giggles, my level of silliness obviously meeting her approval. Years later, she still asks me what kind of trouble Lulu gets into and if Chunk’s favorite M&M color is still red. Continue reading “Just Keep Singing”
“Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.” – Oscar Wilde
You remember, right?
You step outside your house, excited and eager to start a new year.
On your feet are new shoes, bright and unmarked, ready for those first few scuffs that you will at first try to rub off in a vain effort to keep them pristine, but will soon accept because you know the newness will not last beyond lunchtime anyway. On your back rests a backpack, waiting to be filled with books and homework and secretly-passed love notes from the cute new boy that will sit three desks behind you. You haven’t met him yet, but you’re positive that when you do, he’ll only have eyes for you.
In front of you is the bus or car that will take you to school. Or maybe you will ride your Schwinn or walk with a gaggle of your best friends. However you get there, your mom will be beside you—crying—before you take off, just like she always does on your first day.
Above you, the leaves on the trees that have watched over you year after year flicker green and gold against a cloudless, azure sky and, as they wave you away in the warm breeze with good wishes, one of them breaks off and floats toward you. You catch it and appreciate its early autumn beauty. Continue reading “Time to Begin”