Reading the paper last weekend, I stumbled across a headline on page three about a Detroit author who died in a car accident. As an avid reader, I decided to delve a little deeper, not expecting to know anything about the victim. So I was blown away to learn it was Jeffrey Zaslow, whom I heard speak in October at a conference in Chicago. You may not be familiar with his name but you certainly have heard about his stories. He’s the guy who authored “The Last Lecture,” a life-changing book about a professor who was dying of pancreatic cancer, and “Highest Duty,” about Capt. Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger, who piloted that U.S. Air flight that landed in New York’s Hudson River without fatalities.
Last summer, I had the unique opportunity to experience what it was like to have to depend on using a handicapped-parking permit. Recovery from ACL and meniscus surgery was slow and resulted in not being able to put any weight on my left leg for four weeks. That meant I had to park in a [...]
My life is divided into two time frames. Before my daughter Emma was diagnosed with cancer and after I heard the doctor confirm my worst fear. For example, before Emma at the age of 8 was diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer called Ewing’s sarcoma, I knew blood drives took place and I knew they were important. But that’s about as far as my thought process went.
With news last week that actress Demi Moore suffered seizures after smoking some kind of incense-like drug, I once again realized how far out of the loop I am. I’d never heard of the drug and was blown away to discover that it’s apparently legal and sold at gas station check-out counters. It’s marketed as incense and not for human consumption, but in talking to folks this week most everyone knows you smoke it. Mind you, I’ve sometimes been accused of being very naïve. But back in the day, I think I had a pretty good handle on what was going on around me.
Have you ever noticed how subtle things like color and music can affect your mood? As part of the gradual transition my life seems to be going through, I’ve been tuning into some of the things in my world that used to play in the background, so to speak
When I was a kid, I belonged to a gang. Not the carry guns, sell drugs kind of gang. We were more of the rag tag toilet paper houses, pull practical jokes, play baseball on a warm summer day kind of gang. I don’t want to throw anyone under the bus, but our group consisted of my brothers on most occasions and a handful of the kids who lived down the street.
I stand in awe of single moms who successfully juggle jobs and family. And I’m trying to figure out how they do it. Since my son was born 14 years ago, I’ve been lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom. Sure, I always had a freelance writing job or two perking, but those could be done any time of day. And my schedule was open for school drop-off and pick-up, last minute doctor appointments, sporting events, and play dates.
On Monday I officially begin the job I have waited most of my professional life for — that as publisher of The Daily News and vice president of Stafford Media Solutions. Growing up in Greenville as part of the third generation of a publishing family, I take great pride in carrying on the tradition of excellence started by my grandfather, Dale, and carried forward by my dad, John, and brother, Rob. Our focus always has been on providing advertisers with the best tools possible to spread the word about their businesses and to tell readers each day the story about what is happening in our area.
Christmas is my favorite holiday. Not just because I get to unpack the collection of Santas my mom has sent me one year at a time since college. Or because I take great joy in arranging all of my angels on the fireplace hearth. I do love the day we bring up all the Christmas tree ornaments and drink eggnog and reminisce about how old I was when I made the Q-tip God’s eyes we still have or what my kids remember about making this ornament or that. And if it were up to me, Christmas music would play in my house from the start of November all the way through December.
It seems like such a basic concept, the notion that you have a choice in almost everything about how you live your life. Whether you exercise today or don’t, whether you eat that cookie or refrain, whether you allow someone’s comment to bother you or let it go.