Blogging over at Health Bistro today about “Falcon Heene and the Flying Machine” — and how we all sort of hoped that truth was stranger than fiction for a day and maybe a little boy could really fly his own Mylar balloon up into the sky. For those of you living outside of the United States (or somehow managing to step away from Twitter and all television news for several hours yesterday), here’s a link to the events that held the nation transfixed for most of the day. To America, the “balloon boy” was a little James and the Giant Peach and Winnie the Pooh and Around the World in 80 Days all rolled into one, wasn’t he?
And then his story became a little Tom Sawyer.
Did we suspend our disbelief (like a Mylar balloon carrying 50 pounds of anything) because we wanted a little “fantastical”? Did we ignore basic science principles because of good-old-fashioned storytelling? I think it speaks to the fact that — despite being in an Age of Information — we are, at heart, always craving an amazing story.
Come on over to my post and tell me what grabbed you most about the story. Was it the UFO-chasing parents? The helicopters trying to stop a balloon? The hope that a little boy could be “flying” it? (Or perhaps the worry he could not.) Or the fact that the parents were already on TV twice before? — There were certainly enough “truth is stranger than fiction” details to go around!
Wow, is it Friday already? These weeks are flying by. …
I’m blogging over at Health Bistro today. I did a book review of a very cool book: Mimi Spencer’s “101 Things To Do Before You Diet.” It was a great book. And it’s perfect for any woman in your life who needs to be reminded that beauty is much more than a number on a scale. She gives you 101 great tips, including: Buy a corset. Wear beautiful nightgowns. Learn to walk tall. Have a “signature item.”
They’re all terrific tips, and the book is a fun read! Come over to my post if you want to learn more, and please join in our discussion about learning to identify our best physical features — and playing them up to our full potential!
Hi! I’m blogging over at Health Bistro today — continuing my series of “Mom Tips” for back-to-school chaos.
Today, I talked about where and how to store all those adorable turkey handprints and macaroni snowflakes that start coming home from your child’s art class … I mean, how many watercolors can you really squeeze onto your refrigerator? And where do you put them when you’re done? Can you (*gasp*) throw them away?
Come on over to Health Bistro and share with me any ideas you’ve had about storing kids’ artwork. We moms need to stick together and share tips!
I featured my friend Dawn because she had the most brilliant idea I’ve heard yet …
The post is here.
Whew! Busy week! I’ve been kind of M.I.A. — but just busy with work and writing and editing and such. …
Today I’m over at Health Bistro, giving more parenting tips for the start of school. This one is about making kids’ school lunches every day and keeping it to a reasonable amount of time. I’d looooooove to hear others’ tips and ideas on this, so please come over and visit, and share your strategies. Do you make lunches in the morning or evening? Do your kids help? Do you have a “lunch station”? I’m here: Mom Tip 2: Making School Lunches.
I always feel melancholy on the anniversary of 9/11. In addition to feeling so bad for all the families who are going on eight years without their loved ones, it makes me remember how alone we can feel.
On 9/11/01, I had just started staying home with my children as a stay-at-home mom, and I walked them to the elementary school, then walked the baby home in the stroller, and when I got home I had the strangest urge to turn on the television. And when I saw what was happening, I felt strangely, oddly, alone. Because I didn’t know. The nation was in chaos and scared, and I had no idea. And I was alone. And no one said anything to me as I was walking the baby home! And I just left my children at school.
It was very scary to feel so clueless, and not to have another adult there to talk to. I felt so terrible for all those people, and their families, and so unsure about what was happening, and I just wanted to talk to someone about it. And I thought, wow, people must have been listening to this on their car radios and thinking gee, that poor woman walking with the stroller over there, she has no idea. And I would have continued to have no idea if I hadn’t had that odd urge to turn on the television when I got home. It was a strange realization of how isolated you can be as a SAHM. Needless to say, I always turned on the morning news after that.
I blogged about our nation’s collective memories of 9/11 over at Health Bistro today. I’d love to hear your comments (over there). Where were you when you realized what was happening? Did you have someone to talk to? Do your memories help you on these remembrance days? Please visit the post here and let me know. I’d really love to hear your story.