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Casting Shadows

5/31/2017

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When I was young I used to study my shadow. Wherever I found it I would examine it. Mostly I wanted to see where it cast itself. Was it in front of me, in back, to the side? I am not really sure what fascinated me so much about my shadow, but something did. I used to look for my shadow if I could not see it. I would stand in the light and try to force it to come out and play. Sometimes this worked and "poof" it would appear. Most times it did not. I used to wonder, why not now, why not today? Of course these were more rhetorical questions asked silently to self, never aloud. I did want anyone else to know what I was up to. Heck I hardly knew myself. But there is one thing I noticed every single time. That is when my shadow did appear, it always extended from me and it was always bigger than me.

As I have matured through life I still think about my shadow. I think more about what it represents. The symbolism behind it. I have a few ideas I have conjured up on my own. My shadow to me is my gut check. It is that one small part of me that reminds me I am being watched by an extension of myself. That sense that I am casting something that is reflected outside of me. And that part of me is bigger than my physical self. It is a part that can't be ignored or manipulated or denied. My shadow is the real me being projected by light as my true self. What it reflects can't be hidden. It represents a mirror replay of my actions be they good or bad. My shadow is me.

Nowadays I think a lot more about my shadow. I care more now about how I treat it. How I cast it. Today when I look for my shadow I take great care in how it looks, what it is doing and how I am treating it. I care most how it looks to others knowing that I am the cause and in complete control of its reflection on the universe.

​Casting your shadow is akin to painting your truth on concrete. "Poof"
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Be Mentally Attractive

5/29/2017

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You may read this and think I am old-fashioned. That I use silly analogies, simple phrases and unusual tandems. You might even think I play with words to get a rise out of you. It's okay, as long as you read this to the end. I can handle the rest.

I urge you to develop your mental beauty along your journey. Start young so by the time it is fully developed even you will see the significance of its creation of your own making. You will take pride in it more than other qualities you grow into. Spend time quilting your mental beauty and you will never be alone because alone will not suit you. Your kind of mental beauty is meant to be shared. And the type of energy you attract will thirst for the opportunity to share in your glow from the inside out.

When developing your mental attraction pay close attention to your temperament. If you need more time to develop it, take it. Temperament can be a feisty element but you will acquire it along with patience, warmth, humility, forgiveness, fairness, openness, and discernment. These usually go together like peas in a pod. There I go using silly analogies already. Stay with me though.

Mental beauty is lasting. It settles quarrels, makes lifetime friends, and fixes things. It creates leaders, Statesmen, and people who rise up and create things. This mental attractiveness is the last thing to leave a relationship, because when it is built right it becomes your DNA and is incredibly hard to destroy. Others can't change it simply by throwing poison darts at it. Mental attraction does not work that way.

With physical beauty, other's harsh words can diminish your perception of self. Not so with mental beauty. This is because you own it. It is yours to bend and tuck and spring forth anytime you choose and anywhere you choose. Not so with physical beauty. Physical beauty is an objective thing. Is she or isn't' she? Is he or isn't he?

I will end with the magic of mental attraction. When you have that you become irresistible. Yes. Others are drawn to you like bees to honey. You become this beautiful enchanting being that glows with qualities about you that are associated with a Higher Order. Qualities given to a chosen few upon the asking and the work.

You become connected to people in ways that fulfill you absent physical qualities. Your mental and physical attraction becomes the total package. And that package was built on the time spent becoming beautiful from the inside out.
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The way to treat the dust when winning

4/23/2017

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It was not just that she won. It was the way she treated the dust as she was winning! I don't know if it is because she grew up in Cabrini-Green in Chicago. I don't if it is because she understood the overall importance of this win to her still young business, young self. I don't know, I don't know.

But I do know this. She won convincingly. And she taught us how to win.

You ever watch someone in her race and for awhile she races as if she is saving something for the end? Saving the big push for that last bend. Then have you ever seen that She who spends her every moment in the race racing, using everything within her every moment she is on that field?

Ever see someone who knows she is capable of winning and just the thought of not winning takes the breath away? I have.

This winner was even more than just a winner. She taught me something about winning. She kept leaving bread crumbs along the way of what true winning looks like, feels like. She wanted to win handedly, yes. But she also wanted to win without kicking dust up in her competitors' face. She wanted them to win along with her. And with that she took measured efforts to win by winning from the inside out.

And even though she blew us all away from the moment she stepped on the field, when it was her time to claim the prize she had fought so doggedly for, she never once spoke about her win of the prize. Nope she poke of her win from the inside out.

Her words to all of us."What I really won today is the ability to win by being who I am, my true self. And winning at that is everything!" http://bit.ly/2q3szhi She Prints It

When she won, we won too!
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Baby steps to better health

4/5/2017

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Let me be clear, what I am about to tell you I have not always felt. Most of what I am about to tell you is more new to me than old. At age 53, I strive to live a healthy lifestyle. I respect my temple. I firmly believe there is a very thin line between healthy and the opposite of healthy. Good health becomes harder to sustain over time. We can take steps maintain it. And those steps taken may help tremendously if we are in need of sustaining it during rough patches.

A wellness, preventative care doctor told me recently that the more you do for your body when it is well may help you immeasurably during periods of it becoming unwell. He said if you treat your body right, treat its cells right, they will remember and will try with all might to course correct. I believe this. I haven't always cared, but I do now. It is not until you become ill or someone close to you becomes ill that you truly appreciate how ultra fragile the body is. And yet there are so many things we can do to show it we care. That we respect it as our temple. My respect is simple. Walking, water, waste.

Although I am a long way from being a health nut, these three have provided me relatively good health and a regimen I can adhere to without much guilt or more stress.

Walking helps me maintain calorie count, maintain muscle mass, and provides me a comfortable dose of cardio stimulation. I walk about 3-5 miles per day, mostly everyday. Among these, muscle mass is really important as we age. Muscle mass helps if and when restorative healing is needed within the body. I am told I need to boost my upper muscle mass a bit more.

Second, water. Lots and lots of water. I drink 1/2 my body weight in ounces each day. That is about 9-10 eight ounce glasses. The trick to drinking this much water? Keep it near you. I place it all around my house, car and office. I drink akaline water at room temperature. When I travel, getting water I like is my first order of business. Water is the cheapest and among the best things your body can benefit from. It is the very best for maintaining healthy cells. Those healthy cells you will rely on when God forbid, nasty unhealthy cells come out to play. My body's water level is 65%. That, I was told is excellent. I don't even drink juices anymore unless in a smoothie. Water is QUEEN!

Third is waste. Getting toxins out consistently. I strive for twice per day. My strategy is ruffage, healthy snacking, water, and bad for me things in moderation. If I said anything more here, I would be straight up lying. Truth is, I love to eat. I repeat. I love to eat. I have iearned to push that plate back before over-endulging.

My one non-negotiable is no salt. I do not cook with it and I do not add it to anything, ever. I have found ways to make food taste good using herbs and seasonings. My favorite go to is lemon pepper. I use lemon pepper a lot!

Last thing before I let you go. Don't beat yourself up over what you are or are not doing regarding your health. Think of it this way. Your body is yours to do what you want. If you want to live in it longer with energy and vitality then behave like it. It is your gift. Your temple. Take baby steps toward better health.

#happyliving
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My heart says yes.

4/4/2017

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I am flawed. I am the first to admit it. I aim for the bull's eye but more often than not I come up short, sometimes not even reaching the target. I try and fail. I fall and I get up. No doubt there is better than me, smarter, more gifted, more tolerant and pretty.

I am what I was created to be. I am not ahead of myself or behind. I am who I am at this time and in the proper order of things I am ME. I doubt me sometimes. I find dark spaces to run and hide from me. I cry when I see rainbows. I walk away from fights that don't have my name on them. I sing loud in quiet spaces. I cringe at the sight of spiders yet scowl when I encounter even the slightest hint of danger or threat to someone I love and needs my protection.

I am complicated. I am me. I am not ahead of myself or behind. I am who I am at this time and in the proper order of things I am ME.

I love hard. I have a forgiving spirit. I cry when I am hurt, when I don't understand and even when I am simply confused and searching for complete understanding of things at hand. I am work in progress. If it is out there and for me, I will connect with it. It will become a part of me.

But in the end I am ME and my heart says yes. It says yes to what tomorrow brings and to what new discoveries await that shape my tomorrow after that. I am not afraid for I am not ahead of myself or behind. I am who I am at this time and in the proper order of things I am ME. My heart says YES!


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Pretty Smart

4/3/2017

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In my teens it was unpopular to be the smart girl. Boys wanted pretty and flirty. Smart to them was climbing through bedroom windows.

In my twenties smart was okay but still not the "it" thing with the guys. Guys liked catching pretty more than they liked chasing smart. Oh well all was forgiven because at least most guys left the windows alone and started using the front door. Nothing sweeter than hearing the chiming of the door bell ring.

In my thirties, guys were attracted to smart but not the "know it all" types. Smart girls were allowed to be "smart" but not too "smart". No problem, because we could be too sweet, too giving, too forgiving, too loose, too available, too "anything" but never ever too all-knowingly smart.

​In my forties, smart pays bills, opens doors, solves real problems. Smart own their houses with lots of doors, lots of windows and the most beautiful sounding chimes.

By 40, men will invite smart in leaving pretty on the porch. Trouble is by now, the smart girls have all grown up and moved on to marry very smart boys with very nice porches.

In his fifties, he has met and married two, maybe perhaps three really pretty ladies. His latest pretty can be found gazing out their window looking straight past him sitting on their porch.

​Pretty smart of her. What he was missing, not seeing was her pretty in smart all that time.

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Crispy Tails

3/20/2017

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My mother passed away of a sudden heart attack at age 55 in the year 2000. This is two years older than I am now. My mother did the same few things most of her adult life. She did all of them well. She drank, she swore like crazy, she slept well especially when it rained, she kept a garden and she cooked better than any human I have ever met.

One thing my mother never did do was anything long enough, healthy enough, happy enough... to bring her peace on the inside. It was hard to watch.

I learned how to cook watching my mother cook. Though she had cook books I never once saw her actually use a recipe. She looked at the pictures I guess, then improvised. Everything was "to the taste". Her words not mine. But it was magical. I don't use recipes either, just ingredients, like Momma.

My mother loved to watch you take the first bite of her food. And because she worked nights sometimes that bite would wake you from your sleep with her holding a bite of something too close to your sleepy-eye - encrusted face. "Just take a bite then you can go back to sleep!", she would always say. Her favorite was most anything fried, like catfish.

My mother could make anything taste good even spinach. She made the best spinach ever.

Someone I imagine was much like my mother recently passed away from a heart attack at age 59. I saw something in her eyes, something like I often saw in my own mother's' eyes. That is a crossroads between okay and not so okay. Just a feeling, but I think I am right.

Later today I am going to make spinach and the first bite I will hold up to heaven in honor of them both.

They are probably busy frying catfish for the angels in heaven. Have them angels fighting over the crispy tails.

RIH Momma Nancy
RIH Auntie Fee

Y'all look after one another. And both of you taper down that cursing up there! Dang.
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Don't look at me with that tone of voice!

3/17/2017

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This blog should speak for itself. If you are African-American and grew up before 1980 it will need no preamble.

Don't start none won't be none
You better shut yo face
Move your hands, You better move those hands!
That didn't hurt, but the next one will!
Somebody did it. You have 10 seconds to start talking.
Get out of bed. I told you earlier, your behind was mine.
Are you rolling your eyes?
I am going to give you something to cry for.

Get out of her smelling like you have been outside all day.
Hush up before I really give you something to cry for.
Did you just try to stop me from hitting you?
You laughing? Something funny?

Now before I start. I wanna remind you boys that if you tell a lie, you gotta tell another to cover the first one.
It breaks my heart to have to spank you guys but....

Hold your hands out and don't you move them.
You better not pee on yourself or I will get you again.
Don't go where you ain't wanted
I see you don't believe fat meat is greasy.
Every time you move I am starting over.
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and I will give you something to cry about.
Do as I say and not as I do.
Don't make me move from this chair
I am going to knock you into next week.

Don't go around telling our business at school.
Oh because your friends did it, you do it? So if your friends jump off a bridge, you goin to do it too?
Please don't make me pull this car over.
You gonna learn you don't eat everybody's cooking.
A hard head makes a soft behind.
You rollin your eyes?
You can give your heart to Jesus but your behind belongs to me!
I brought you in this world and I will take you out!

Go get me that thing from over yonder
Now that you explained what everybody else was doing, help me understand your part in this foolishness.

The same thing that makes you laugh is gonna make you cry.
You can think about it while you rake and bag the backyard leaves and I better not find so much as a twig left on the ground.
Don't be sputing my word girl.

You mad? Scratch your azz and get glad.
You pay a bill you get an opinion.
If I told you once then you already know!
One of y'all better start talking.
You have worked up on this #$$ whippin.
Sit your tail down, before I break it off or wear it out.
What you do in the dark will come to the light.
This is going to hurt you more than it will hurt me.
If you don't be quiet in there, the next sound will be crying.
A hard head makes a soft behind.
Wait til we get home and don't think I am going to forget.
I am going to spank you for today and tomorrow cause I know you going to do something.
Don't look at me with that tone of voice.


NOW STAY IN A CHILD'S PLACE!

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My Conversation With Troy About What Matters

3/16/2017

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His name was Troy. I know because I asked his name early on. Our conversation started innocently enough. Along with his wife, we talked about travel, our children, and just a slight bit about our respective careers. I learned their son, the age of my 17 year old daughter is a national debater on a winning team. Their daughter is an early college student traveling abroad to a place in Africa I had just returned from. We became comfortable talking. I liked that we seemed similar in age. I liked that he seemed to recognize my success and comfort in this all-white setting. Just when I thought our talk had hit its peak, he asked me “the question”. His question was how did I feel about the climate in the country today. And without asking, he asked about Black Lives Matter (BLM). I paused, not because I did not have an opinion. I paused because I was not sure he was ready for my response. So at first I danced with him. I started out slowly gauging where he wanted to go with this and then with a stride I commanded, I took him around the dance floor, careful to stay clear of his feet. It was my question after all and I was about to do my honest best to answer it. I knew from the start the importance of this moment. I felt inside, he wanted me to lead. The dance would not be easy, especially if it was your first time to the floor as I imagined it would be for Troy. Troy is white.

I started this way….I motioned for him to look out in the distance in the direction of where my 13 year old son sat on a fishing bank, alone, secure, relaxed, and unafraid. He was the only Black male or female within 50 miles of us and where he sat, confident, focused and completely in his element. He looked liked he belonged to that bank and the only thing that should be afraid today is the unlucky fish who might happen upon his unrelenting determination to catch one. I answered him with, what I see out there is all that matters. And what matters today for me should matter to all of us. What really matters to me right now is that you found the courage to ask. That matters a lot. That's what matters to this country.

And then just after his wife intentionally showed me pictures of her son’s rainbow coalition of friends on a bus, I took a brief pause to let everyone catch their breath while also trying not to display my slight agitation of “so what” to her misdirected act of patronization. It wasn’t her fault really and I was used to this moment. It happens a lot. Once back on our feet I told him what I really came to say.

The country was not experiencing an urban problem. We have before us a defining Country Problem. It is going to take conversations like ours that begin in the suburbs to begin to fix it. It will take brute mutual understanding of the real issues on all sides to make things better, not for my child but for our children. What is happening in America did not start with Black Lives Matter and it will not end with them. What we are experiencing is an epidemic of untreated ignorance, bias, and oppression by a majority society on its minority population. The characterizations of organizations like BLM by majority audiences as threatening and illegitimate are immaterial to the discussions we really need to be having. By distracting ourselves with time spent defending our relative positions on their existence is belaboring the work that is really needed.

That work involves looking for ways to institutionalize real reform wherever it is needed. It will take Troy, La Detra, our children and everyone to punch their dance card in that discussion. If we don't fix what is broken our country will be like a house built below a sleeping volcano now awakened. Once awake, the lava which flows will show no favor.
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Winning by a mile is possible...if only.

3/15/2017

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If I said it once, I have said it a million times. Winning is a lonely business. What never ceases to amaze me is those who only come on the scene after your ball is in play, you are on the field, with game advantage and with points on the board. They have selective memory in regard to how you got there. Many will cheer loudly because they want something from you. Don't be mad at me. I come in truth.

I recently had to sever a relationship that was beginning to mean a lot to me. I was in a position to help someone who is much less established put a lot of points on their board. Yet they disrupted my field of play mid throw. They tried to take my game away from me and become captain of my team. They tried to go around me and carry my ball across the finish line. I wasn't even that mad, worse, I was disappointed and I was done. Game Over.

It is too bad that when we see others winning we try to interfere for self-gain. Where does that come from? And here is the kicker, I saw it coming. I saw the play being formed on the field long before it was fully executed. I was hoping beyond hope they would see the weakness in the play, but they didn't. Their play had been scripted.

In my case, I did not even call a foul or a time out. I took my ball and I went home, leaving this person frozen on the field. Never a word spoken about what had transpired. I would not allow the insult of any explanation to further spoil the result.

There is room for all of us to succeed. When we come together as a team and respect the rules of engagement we can all score. I promise. This starts with respecting all of the hard work it took to get onto that field in the first place. Things like sacrifice, sweat, tears, preparation, learning, re-tooling, and prayer. And yes it takes a healthy dose of doing what is right and caring more about the team than about one's self. Not everyone on the field is there to play dirty.

Their loss, my win. My ball.
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 Purpose Filled Life - heart first

3/13/2017

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I am called on to speak to various audiences a lot. I try not to say no. I remember years ago, my husband told me, "You speak well, now you just need something to say." Though my feelings were hurt, he was mostly right. I just needed something more to say. Something I believe in wholeheartedly. Once I turned 50, I found that something. Now I can't stop talking. I am talking about how I found my purpose filled life. This involved giving up on a few things I had held onto tightly. It also meant being willing to say no to things I should have let go of long ago.

Today in my post 50 life, I find no so liberating. It gives me much more room for the yes behind my purpose. So what one question do I get asked a lot? I get asked, how does one find their purpose. I don't think you find your purpose, your purpose finds you. At least in my case, this is exactly what happened.

My purpose was birthed out of my passions. Interestingly, it brought together all those elements of my life experience I enjoy most. My interest in helping others, teaching, giving, growing, speaking and travel. My purpose was a perfect collision of each of these, quilted together piece by piece.

I often wondered at first, whether the signs were always there and might I have gotten started living my purpose earlier. That answer is no. Once I stepped into my purpose, I had to give up things I know I would not have given up earlier. Things like sharing my whole self publicly in a transparent way, choosing to freely give to others without any tangible expectations in return, and choosing happiness over money.

Once I became steadfast in my decision to pursue my purpose something amazing transpired. What was amazing is how I stepped heart first into this new me and the joy I receive from being in this new space. I love this new me.

I want to help others realize their purpose and take steps toward realizing their purpose heart first. I know firsthand the joy of taking this very big step.

For more information contact me for consultation ladetrawhite.com
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When you know better, you know better

3/12/2017

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No one can be you better than you. It took me a long time to realize that. I remember growing up as the fly in the buttermilk in Salt Lake City, Utah among a sea of peers who hardly ever looked like me. I hid my intimidation. I often felt like they had access that I would never have. They would be given greater, better, and more. I saw their skin color as privilege. My mind second-guessed my gifts often.

As I matured and went out into the world my psyche began to change. Albeit slowly. I traveled the world to every continent in fact, except Antarctica. What I noticed, it is I who was getting the access and it had nothing to do with skin color. It had everything to do with opportunities afforded through hard works. I earned my way into new horizons. My ability to fit in was more about my attitude, interests, curiosity and tolerance. It was also about my gifts.

Don't get me wrong, there are times I am still excluded and yes overlooked by the majority. I realize though it is not about my skin color, more so about my gender. I used to think a Harvard MBA would be the great equalizer and sometimes it is. Sometimes it gets me into rooms with a lot of ties. Sometimes they just want to see for themselves who she is? It bothers me less and less. I can hold my own. My Momma with her 10th grade education taught me how to hold my head up and look people in the eyes. She taught me the value of holding your tongue until you can't hold it.

Now I know better the importance of being prepared to compete in the world. I know that color will always matter for now. But what really matters is leading with our gifts and staring down challenges chin up and eyes looking straight ahead.

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The $10,000 Giveaway- The nudge

3/11/2017

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I remember when I started my first business in 2002, I was so afraid. I was insecure about my ability to persuade others to pay for my talents. I was unsure how to charge for what I was bringing to the marketplace. It took time. And over time I was able to gain my footing by listening to others who came before me. One really bright person who I respected told me one important thing that has carried me along the way. He said, make sure they know your value, even if you discount it to get the business. Send an invoice that says, $20,000 TOTAL with a CREDIT of $7,000 NET DUE $13,000.

When I started my business NOBLE INSIGHT, I invested $10,000. I had enough for a lease deposit, a computer, and office furniture. It would take well more than a year to replace the money I had made in the corporate sector. But eventually, I did it. I not only replaced that income, but far surpassed it in just a few years. In my mind, I knew I would never look back. I would never work for someone else again. I was thirty-seven years old at the time. I have been on my own since the year 2000. I have been in the black most of those years.

In 2016, I made up my mind to reach back to other small businesses. I decided too, to invest the same amount of money in them as I invested in my own business back then. I am doing this for several reasons, but mostly because I am able to help. I enjoy helping and I know the importance of the nudge. My nudge was being fired from my last corporate job. Yep, that happening nudged me into position to work for myself. Since then I have hired a lot of young and older people. I have hired great assistants, project managers, and business partners along the way. I have watched them grow.

I have grown to a place that I can afford to reach back, give back and share the knowledge wealth. Helping small business is my oxygen.

I know the money I give away will not be the help that everyone who receives it needs to be completely successful. Along with the coaching I provide, I am praying it nudges them to carry on. That it nudges them by knowing they are not alone. That it nudges them to know that we are stronger together.

For more information on the giveaway visit ladetrawhite.com/contest. Existing small business, non-profit and business ideas welcome to participate.
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Circular Truths

3/4/2017

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I used to ask why they did not last. When you are twelve asking your now thirty-two year old mom who married at 16, you learn to ask while covering your ears. Then you start walking out of the room backwards, careful not to be harmed by the darts of "Mind your own business" or the house shoe, whichever comes hurling first. After awhile, when all the house shoes have been thrown and the mostly "mind your own business" words sound the same, you stop asking. At least that is what happened with me. And when you stop asking, you begin making up your own answers to those hollow questions. And before long, you believe what your mind congers up. All of it. Believable or not.

Going out into the world not having a blueprint leaves you to fend for yourself.

I keep my father's wedding band in my top dresser drawer. I happened upon it one day when I saw it in my mom's top dresser drawer. I asked her to whom it belonged and in a rare straight down no chaser moment, she said simply, "It's your dad's, why?" I said well if you don't want it, may I have it? She gave me a jumbled non-answer that I took for a yes. I've had it ever since.

Sometimes, I lay my wedding band on top of my dad's and just let it sit there. I stare down upon it making promises to myself. Promises that I will do everything I know to stay together. I will do everything I know to be together.

And if I should ever find myself not there, which I pray is never, I will tell the truth why and leave a blueprint rather than a house shoe or jumbled words that need quilting back together.

I owe that at least.

​Our children do not choose the family they are born into. They do not choose their parents. The least we can do is honor their curiosity in order that they might learn from our mistakes, leave rooms knowing and go out into the world growing.
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Finding The Friend in The Friendship

3/3/2017

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I didn't exactly end the friendship. I mean I didn't make some sort of proclamation, create a break-up moment or send an astute 'read between the lines' note. I did none of these. No need to. I didn't try to resuscitate it either as I saw it slipping away. Didn't try to talk it into staying. Not this time. Not any more.

I allowed the friendship to do what it do. And it did. And when it did, I stopped trying to save it as I had tried so many times before. This time I stood by, close enough to hear the friendship if it called and near enough to feel it if it felt. But it did none of these. It pretended to on paper of course and through "likes" and texts, but not really. Not really and not real.

So I had to let it go as it had already let me go. I will miss the friend but not that kind of friendship. You see, when we are no longer able to see the friend in the friendship, we must call it what it really is, lost and not just our loss. Yet the greater loss would be my continuing to try so hard at something that had already spoken so vividly for itself.

Put the friend back in the friendship or be willing to let it do what it do. And it will.
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