“WHAT HAPPENED TO ANISSA?”
This was posted about twenty messages into a thread of emails back on November 17, 2009.
Earlier in that thread I had let everyone know that I would be leaving shortly, that international calls were outrageously priced, and who to contact in case of emergency. I was out shopping for a media cruise I was taking with other bloggers, preparing to leave the very next day.
The fall of 2006 should have been one of the happiest times of my life. My first book, My Sister, My Self, had just been published and I’d just completed a book tour speaking at bookstores and community centers across the United States about sister relationships, the subject of my book. Planning the trip, I’d envisioned how great it would be out there driving the open road alone, listening to local radio stations and getting the chance to talk with dozens of women about a topic dear to their hearts. Although the reality of driving three thousand miles across America proved to be much more challenging than I’d expected, at least I had backup. During our nightly phone calls, my husband of twenty-one years was cheering me on, telling me how proud he was, always encouraging me.
My evening last night didn’t quite start out on the right note. In fact, I called my friend, a subscriber to this Blog, and told her, “I’ve just left my house with World War 2 going on.” My dear hubby and I were like passing ships in the night. I had to leave at 6:30pm to attend a charity event, and he was going to be in charge of finishing up dinner, homework and bath. As I was leaving, my 3 year old was running around naked, my big son was twirling the food around in his plate, and there was just enormous chaos during that bewitching hour. Oh the bewitching hour! In fact, had I not been going to a place where alcohol was to be served, I would have drank at home. No doubt. Just one of those days… And when he said to me, “How come the homework wasn’t done, and you’ve left everything for me,” I smiled at him and lovingly said, “Honey, figure it out.” And off I went. And he did… cuz all men figure it out when they HAVE to. 😉
Shooting the cover of the Business section yesterday.
Exciting. 😉
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But then during our round, we started hearing from other people about the attacks. That these plane crashes were no accident. I remember the hair standing up on my arms and tears flowing from my eyes. Four crashes– 2 into the World Trade Towers, one into the Pentagon, and one into the middle of a field, thanks to many brave people on board that flight including Todd Beamer (do you remember his story- “Let’s roll!”?)
erica diamond on CBC radio, all in a weekend
Welcome back after a nice long Labor Day Weekend. For many of you, this morning marked the beginning of some mommy “me-time” if your kids headed back to school. It’s always a time of mixed emotions… anxiety and nerves coupled with joy and relief that everyone is getting back to the regularly scheduled routine. For me, it just all feels so sudden. Last week, it was 100 degrees in Montreal, and now you can really feel fall in the air. The tree across the street from me has already begun to change colors.
So today, the point of the Blog is to say, no matter what your perception of success is, I think we are ALL successful in our own way. We all make this world go around… every single one of us. And you will meet all types as you proceed through your journey… nice, kind, evil, snobby, showy, humble, caring, selfish, loving. But it is YOUR duty to make your time on earth count, and enjoy what you DO have to the fullest, without letting your emotions get in the way. So the next time someone drives by in that fancy car, regardless if they got it because it was handed to them, or if they worked their butt off for it, honor their achievements. The true perception of success is to honor your own talent and beauty and to never compare.
Does this Wordless Wednesday really require any explanation? I think not.
This was the picture on the cover of the Arts and Life section of today’s Montreal Gazette
I have pulled my hair out 50 times over school lunches, and I’m only one week into school!
My big son’s lunch box comes home heavier than it was sent. He eats nothing. I’m done.
So today, for all lunch mother warriors like me, can you PLEASE suggest some easy, healthy and fun snacks and lunches your kids are enjoying.
Misery loves company.
I help busy women (like you!) prioritize self-care so you can experience less stress, more calm and greater joy every day!
