Sometimes, my sister Jill Michele Melean would give my dolls Ziggy Stardust haircuts just to change what was happening in the room, especially if it was unpleasant.
A businessman who bought up a town near Chicago, Illinois, Robert Stanford built a fortune for himself and some would say it all started with a small bakery. But, if you knew him, you also knew that it really started with his mind; the way he looked at life. The Harvard Business Review recently publishedContinue reading “Threading Happiness”
As the start of the New Year lingers, I’m rethinking my approach here at BraveSmartBold as well as my approach to a lot of other things, including my conversations with my children. In the process of sifting through my relationships with my family, I’m taking a look at BraveSmartBold, thinking, I want to highlight someContinue reading “Gloves on or off? We fight.”
Some may say that I’m morbid, even disrespectful. I say, it’s a matter of perspective, and love, a lot of love. Today, my love died. Today, her eyes washed to oceans of blue and glimmers of white. Today, she surrounded me. Today, she showed me life floats on. And, today, I started watching the secondContinue reading “Happy Days Live On”
LA Femme International Film Festival showcases films by women producers, writers, and directors. This year my sister Jill Michele will be hosting the ceremonies. The only depressing part about it is that I won’t see her do what she does best: Rally the crowd around a topic with the humor and grace of a writer,Continue reading “LA Femme International Film Festival”
Our lives connect in so many waves surprising us in the shapes and forms they meet.
When your dog gets sick, you feel helpless, especially at times when you want to rush her to the doctor but the office is closed. The closest emergency clinic is hours away, so you search the Internet for answers. In our case, our Golden Retriever who’s not even a year old yet started acting asContinue reading “Please don’t lick the frog.”
Those white shoes, cushioned platforms of sorts, left our house sometimes for 24 hours. When she returned, she slept. Twelve hours sometimes then worked for 24 more. My mother worked hard and smart. I missed her all the same. The 24-hour shifts paid more but meant that we’d see her less. She made upContinue reading “Working Smart?”
Our secret desires often stay hidden away until death or until we just can’t take it anymore and go crazy, delivering spurts of truths until death–the luxury of finding solace in an insane asylum wavering somewhere between picking up the kids and drinking the next Starbucks coffee. So much of our lives are full ofContinue reading “Hiding You”
When the days bleed together and feel like a blood clot pulsing in your leg, you know you need to take a moment to do something, anything to relax. Nowadays, people often turn to YouTube, Netflix, or television in general. I turn to Conan, Team Coco, anything Conan O’brien. I recommend his show for adultsContinue reading “Who are our heroes?”