Some Thoughts on Downton Abbey

Hi, I'm Mary Catherine, and I'm late to the party. 

I just started watching Downton Abbey a couple of weeks ago. I've already burned through season one and am about midway through season two. Here are some thoughts so far. (No spoilers, don't worry.) 

  • Cora Crawley's voice is so annoying that I can barely watch this show. Elizabeth McGovern's complete refusal to open her mouth any wider than the height of a raisin is infuriating beyond words. I did a long rant on Snapchat a few days ago about this, and it seems a lot of people agree. 
  • The clothes are just magnificent. I like that the wardrobe department made the choice to let us see outfits over and over again, instead of treating the characters as though they have bottomless wardrobes. I like that we see dresses repeated. 
  • I get that Mary and Edith hate each other, but DAMN they're so mean to each other in season one! Woof. 
  • I love the love story between Anna and Mr. Bates, but they're such a physical mis-match that it's kind of unbelievable to me. I don't know why I feel that way. But I do. 
  • Otherwise, they've done such a good job casting people who physically represent the roles they play. One look at any of these folks and you know whether they're aristocracy or servants; heroes or villains. 
  • Matthew Crawley's character went from cringe-worthy to romantic hero in a matter of episodes. Kind of impressive. 
  • Not that I expected any different, but Maggie Smith is for sure the best part of the show. 
  • Thomas and Mrs. O'Brien are almost too evil. It's like comically evil at this point.
  • Lady Sybil is so beautiful it's distracting. That girl has a face like a Christmas ornament. 
  • There are moments that are so soap opera-y and cheesy that it's hard to watch sometimes. Like at the end of a scene when a character will say something very cryptic and then the music will swell and it will cut to another scene. This is like watching Days of our Lives, which I've never watched, but you get the point. 
  • I wish someone had done a tally of how many times Lady Mary's hand flies to cover her mouth as she breaks down in tears. Spoiler: it's a lot. 
  • Besides being eye candy with its gorgeous landscapes and period dress, Downton Abbey is interesting as a bit of historical fiction. I'd honestly never considered what happened to families in the upper echelon of society during wartime.   
  • Even if this show devolves into ridiculousness, as least it's pretty to watch. 

What do you think? Have you watched it? Is it worth sticking with?

 

5 Things: Financial Lessons to Learn Before 30

If you're Southern, money isn't something that's proper dinner conversation. It's impolite. It's tacky to talk about money. Know what's tackier? Ending up thousands of dollars in credit card debt because you didn't save in your 20's and spent recklessly.

MONEY IS SO HARD. Seriously though, it can be so challenging to deal with and think about - no matter what stage of the financial game you're in, there are questions and doubts and freak-outs about money. 

Some of my past freakouts have included the "WHAT?? I thought I had so much more money than this!!!" checking account realization; the "Of COURSE I'll pay for everyone. Another round on me!" unnecessarily generous and semi-drunken gesture; the "Oh, J. Crew Factory has a clearance section? I'll just buy a couple of things..." rabbit hole; and, of course, the "We owe HOW MUCH in student loans?!?!" sinking feeling. 

After college, I was teaching school for a couple of years, had my first experience being financially independent, and learned a LOT of lessons. Now, I manage our finances and pay our bills, create and adhere to (mostly! eek!) our budget, and talk to our financial planner monthly. I have come a long way from my more irresponsible financial days. Though I haven't got it licked, here are some things I've learned. 

1. Save. 

This seems like a no-brainer, but it isn't. When I graduated from college and got a job, my first impulse was to think, "I'm making my own money and I'll SPEND IT HOWEVER I WANT!" Even if I was saving, I would freely dip into my savings account whenever I needed a little extra. 

DON'T! 

Everyone is in a different place when it comes to saving - some have room to save a lot, some, a little. Saving between 10% and 15% of your monthly income is always a safe bet. And once it's there, don't dip into into to pay credit card bills or to cover a splurge purchase. That's your nest egg, and you should protect it.

I remember vividly a weekend in Memphis where my car (without me in it) was sideswiped by a tow truck. Though having to get my car repaired was REALLY inconvenient, that occasion marked the first time in my life that I was able to pay for the damages with my own money without having to worry that I wouldn't have enough to live on. That was such a good feeling. Having money saved gives you financial freedom in the best way. 

2. Credit cards can be your worst enemy.

As of 2015, the United States was in $733 BILLION of credit card debt. Did that blow your mind or what?? Which means the average person in this country is in $17,000 of credit card debt (that's not including mortgages, student loans, or any other type of debt). 

Here's a hard and fast rule: if you can't pay your credit card bill off every month IN FULL, you're spending too much.

Lest I sound preachy, let me clarify that this rule took me about 5 years to actually take to heart. 

Credit card companies make billions of dollars a year from the interest they collect when we don't pay our bills off each month. By owing money, we set ourselves up to ultimately pay through the nose on fees and interest that compound on the money we owe. It stinks. And credit card companies are sneaky, enticing us to sign up for a card and get a discount at our favorite retailer, or to get x, y, and z benefits. 

Building credit is important, so having a credit card is great! But having a credit card is like having a parent who wants to be your friend rather than your disciplinarian. It whispers, "Hey man, just go ahead and swipe me! This is basically Monopoly money anyway - don't you want that pair of shoes? Come on - you can just pay it off later. You only live once!"  Don't listen.

It can be really tempting to spend outside of your means at this stage of life to try to keep up with peers who you feel are living a more affluent lifestyle. I totally know that feeling. It's hard to fight against, but the reality is, many of our peers at this stage who we look to as having luxurious lifestyles are also spending more than they make in order to appear that way. It's a slippery slope, and ultimately, it's a very expensive one that can follow you for years. 

3. Credit cards can be your best friend. 

On the flip side, having a great card can be fantastic if you use it wisely. For example, Jordan and I did some research into which cards give the best rewards (and there are lots!). We ultimately decided to get an Amazon card, because we knew how often we'd be buying products on that site since we have a Prime account. The Amazon card gives you rewards points that turn into Amazon cash, which allows you to make purchases entirely with points. 

Quick story: 

Tom Hanks, God bless his little heart, sheds like a maniac. I know he's a labradoodle, but he's 3/4 lab, which means he sheds for two dogs. So we were really hurting having to clean up his hair every. single. day. 

We started pooling our Amazon points to save for a Roomba. Right after Black Friday, there was an Amazon event on Cyber Monday where lots of products were crazy discounted. I searched to find that our Roomba, the Pet Series, was on the list of discounted merchandise - $100 OFF. So this normally $375 product was slashed to $275. I looked to see how many Amazon points we had: 272. So I got what is normally close to a $400 product...

...FOR THREE DOLLARS. 

Three dollars, people. If that doesn't sell you on a rewards card, I quit. 

4. Make a budget.

This is the more boring piece of advice ever - so boring, in fact, that I just started following this advice THIS YEAR. Oops. 

I don't like budgets. I don't like math. I don't like Excel spreadsheets. I don't like talking about any of the previously mentioned things. But (ugh) they're necessary (ugh) I guess. 

If you're like me and very averse to dealing with numbers, Mint.com offers an incredible, interactive budget that allows you to see what you've spent on each category of your budget in real time. They'll even send you friendly reminders if you're close to spending more than you budgeted on movies, clothes, or food (not that I do that or have ever done that, cough). 

Budgeting has really changed the way I think about money. I no longer want to overspend because I'm very competitive against myself to see how much I can save. I've learned through experience that there will ALWAYS be an unexpected expense (a car breaks down, a computer crashes, the dog gets sick, you need a plane ticket, etc.), and paying for those extra things really makes you wish you had all that money on clothes and food back. 

5. Read your bank statements. 

You, like me, may have signed up for paper statements in the mail, only to toss them in the recycling bin whenever they arrive. We're in the digital age now, which means it's incredibly easy for us to check our statements online; it's also easier than ever for people to steal from us. 

Another quick story: 

When I lived in Memphis, I had a curiously low bank statement one month. I sat at the kitchen table and pored over every transaction from my debit card in the last few months, only to discover that someone had been siphoning money from my account without my knowledge. 

How did they do it without me noticing, you might ask? 

Because they realized I wasn't paying attention. 

At first, they'd take money out in small increments: $5 here, $7 there. Eventually, they figured out that the cardholder (me) wasn't paying close enough attention to notice these small, strange purchases. So they started getting a little braver. They bought $30 items, $40 items - still didn't notice. It wasn't until they bought a $250 dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Utah that I actually woke up. 

So I called the bank and explained what happened, and they promptly explained to me that they already knew this was going on and had sent me a letter three months ago. Apparently, I was one of the people whose credit card information had been stolen in the big Target hack that year, and because I wasn't opening my freakin' mail, I didn't know. 

Thankfully, all that money was recovered. But since then, I've caught four separate occasions where I've either been dramatically overcharged or actually stolen from because I now take the time to comb through my bank statement every few days. 

 

Ultimately, money is a tool. It can provide you with opportunities you'd never otherwise have; it can fund things you care about; it can offer you solace and comfort. It doesn't have to be a dirty word. There is no better feeling than knowing that you are on top of your finances and have no dark clouds looming overhead. But the only way to do that is to be proactive. 

Shout out to my ladies here - these lessons are especially important for us to learn. Because:

MC: out. 

DNR - JTI: To ACTUALLY Kill a Mockingbird

First, let me say, pardon the progress on the blog. I'm in the process of making it a little prettier. Hope you like the changes so far! 

Now, then. 

Dear Mockingbird Outside My Window in College circa 2010,
I honestly didn't know what mockingbirds were, apart of famous Southern literature. I didn't know that the reason you got that name is that you're a world-class imitator. I also didn't know that I hate mockingbirds until you decided to live in the tree outside my window. I hate you. I hate everything you are. I hate that you imitate a car alarm at 5 AM. Don't you know this is COLLEGE?? People are trying to sleep in and skip class. Beat it. DNR - JTI. 

Dear That Same Mockingbird,
Listen, chump. I wish I felt bad about waking up this morning at 4:43, snatching the glass of water from my nightstand, opening my window, and hurling said glass at you. But I don't. The only thing I'm sorry about is that I don't have better aim. DNR - JTI. 

Dear Mockingbird Outside My Window in Eutaw circa 2011,
Listen. I am a first-year teacher. I am trying to teach class every day. I am trying not to die. I am trying to grade lesson plans. You imitating garbage trucks all day, EVERY DAY is driving me to drink. You know what you should imitate? A mute. Or a mime. I'm sure any circus would happily oblige. Please leave and never come back. 

Dear Mockingbird Outside My Window in Homewood circa 2014,
Hi! I'm a newlywed. I'd like to have those adorable Nancy Meyers moments where my husband and I wake up in a room streaming with golden light and then drink coffee in bed while talking about our weekend plans. I can't have that. Do you know why? Because you're out there. Screaming at us. There's no golden light. There's no coffee in bed. There's me waking up with drool dried to my cheek and bags under my eyes so big you could store your groceries in them. BECAUSE I DIDN'T GET ANY SLEEP. BECAUSE OF YOU. SCREAMING. I feel like Clarice Starling in Silence of the Lambs. Except my lambs are MOCKINGBIRDS. 

Dear God,
Is this the same bird? Tell me the truth. Is this the same bird at every house? Are you trying to teach me a lesson in patience? Are you trying to show me how trivial my problems are if the biggest hurdle in my life is a mockingbird? I'm sorry I'm so ungrateful. 

Dear Cat Stuck in a Tree circa Two Nights Ago,
Jordan and I were casually sitting on our porch - having a cocktail, playing a card game. Your distressed meows were very concerning to us. We heard them over and over until it became clear that you really needed help. Did you see Jordan descend our porch steps? Did you hear him speaking in dulcet tones to try and coax you down? DID YOU SEE MY HEAD EXPLODE WHEN I REALIZED YOU WEREN'T A CAT, BUT A FREAKING MOCKINGBIRD??????? Did you hear me yell, "Oh HELL NO," so loudly that the neighbors across the street turned and looked? Could you still hear me yelling at you once I was inside? I hope so. Because there were a lot of swear words. You bastard. I could practically hear you laughing from the tree. 

Dear All Mockingbirds Ever,
You have been #1 on my hit list for quite some time, but your friend's cat-imitation antics the other night have pushed things over the edge. You've been protected in nature by the Law of Harper Lee, but NO MORE. I'm rallying everyone against you because I know you're not sweet little songbirds. You are full-sized demons living in tiny little bodies. I bet your heads can spin all the way around. Ms. Lee, God rest her soul, didn't write that book in the age of car alarms and other electronic nuisances. She didn't know what she was saying. 

Fly Fishing with Jordan

Most dentists take Fridays off, but Jordan takes Mondays. So this last Monday, we had an adventure. 

The three of us loaded up and drove to Curtis Creek so that Jordan could fly fish. In truth, we went there as a camping trial run, because Jord wanted to make sure I could handle 6 straight hours of no phone, computer, or other entertainment besides a book and a deck of cards. I've only been camping once: I was 12, and about halfway through the night it started POURING rain to the point that one of our tents caved in. So, you know...it was a really pleasant experience. 

I don't fancy myself a wilderness girl (unless we're talking Troop Beverly Hills Wilderness Girls, in which case I do), but Jordan has made me much more outdoorsy. Even still, I don't blame him for wanting to take me for the day before he took me camping overnight. He said, "Sweetheart, if we go for the night on our first try, I can just see you waking up the next morning with a stiff neck, having not slept very well, and saying, 'Okay. I'm bored. Time to go home.'" ...I wouldn't say that, YOU'D say that!! (I'd say that.) 

So off we went. Jordan fished Curtis Creek for about five and a half hours, and I read Girl On The Train on a pier with Tom Hanks. Despite having to constantly soothe TH's anxiety that he wasn't allowed in the water (he'd have scared the fish!), I had a fantastic time. And Jordan caught about 12 fish! I even got to cast a couple of times - didn't catch anything, but Jord let me reel in one of his catches and even hold one of the feesh. EEEEEEEEP! 

Here are some pictures from our adventure: 

This is the part where I hold a fish. I've held little fish, but I've never held a two-hander. They're strangely very soft...I was expecting them to be very bony and slick. Instead they were soft and slimy. I got two pictures with the fish before it jumped out of my hands (you can see it escaping in the third photo) and I yelped like a cartoon character. #uncool #needmorepractice Also, my thumbs are in a weird position in these pics but THAT'S HOW I WAS TOLD TO HOLD THE FISH, PEOPLE.

These next few are from up on the pier where I was sitting. Maybe it was the gloomy, overcast weather pairing perfectly with the murder mystery I was reading, but it couldn't have been more pleasant up there. I barely noticed that all that time had passed.

At one point in the afternoon, our trusty guard dog started growling (which he never does unless there are bears around). I turned and looked behind me to see two game wardens in uniform, standing with their arms crossed and watching Jordan fish. Those guys are sneaky! Of course, Jordan had a permit and everything was fine, but I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of those fellas. They mean business. I guess a young guy fishing on a Monday afternoon looked a little peculiar. 

I should warn you before you scroll down that my husband still has that moustache. I know. I know. 

I never knew trout were so pretty! They're multi-colored and beautiful. And if you were wondering, I don't know how to debone and/or cook a fish, so Jordan's a catch and release man. You're welcome, fishies! 

He is very gentle with the "release" part of catch and release, though - apparently you have to make sure the fish is doing okay and has enough energy to swim away. In the video below, he said he didn't spend as long on re-acclimating the fish because the current was so strong and would do the work for him. #themoreyouknow

Can't wait for next time - never thought I'd want to go on a date to the creek, but here I am. Asheville Mary Catherine loves outside. Who am I?? 

Pure Barre Update

Well, it's been two months since I started at Barre. And I am a bona fide convert. 

Some disclaimers: 

1. I do not work out in full hair and makeup; these were taken after church. 
2. My house is messy. I just decided to #letitgo. 
3. Aside from color-correction, none of these photos have been edited (not that you'd think that because I'm not in any sort of crazy shape...okay I'm going to just stop disclaiming now.) 

Here are some things I love about Pure Barre: 

  • They tell you "all your stress will melt away," and it does. The music pumping through the class is so loud and inspiring, it barely feels like it's 55 minutes. 
  • The instructors are really positive and encouraging. They will come correct your form (which I love!) and they shout you out on the mic when you're doing well! 
  • I said this last time, but PB is so gentle on your joints. If you read this blog regularly, you'll know I had a bit of an ankle trauma last fall, and running is challenging for me these days. Barre gives me the same great, high-intensity workout, just without the stress to my joints. 
  • It is REALLY HARD. "Barre" sounds like it would be a workout for ninnies, but y'all - I am pouring sweat every time I leave. Though every workout covers arms, thighs, seat, and abs, each class includes different exercises, making it damn near impossible to ever plateau. 
  • I go between 3 and 4 times a week, and that has been enough. 
  • I have not been dieting at all - this is all the result of exercise. I believe that diet shapes 3/4 of what you look like, and exercise 1/4; I've been actively working against PB because of what I've been eating. And even still, I see clear differences in my body. 

Where I've noticed physical changes: 

  • My arms are definitely more sculpted. I have noticeable definition in my triceps, shoulders, and biceps that I didn't have before I started taking classes. But they aren't bulky, which is important to me.
  • My "seat" has started lifting off the backs of my thighs and becoming more toned. They call the area between your booty and your thighs your "Pure Barre ledge;" I call it your "thass" --  po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Either way, I've never seen my rear end be this high off my legs. 
  • My thighs - quads and hamstrings - are becoming stronger. Interesting note: since I had a background in (very, very slow) running and have more muscular thighs naturally, I thought the "thigh" portion of the program would be the easiest. WRONG. So, so wrong. Thighs are my most challenging section every single time. I'm definitely a little self conscious about my convex thigh muscles (very, very round and protruding and always have been), and PB is helping them slim down a bit, both from a side and front view.
  • Definition in my abs - this is the first time I've ever felt like I've even gotten close to a "flat" stomach. 

There are certainly things I still struggle with about the class: it is a bit expensive, and I can understand how it's a little intimidating to walk into the studio for the first time. Heck, I did that - I get it! 

Though the money part of it is not going to change, I have really been thrilled to see how welcoming the women in my class are. From the first time I walked through the door to now, the women in my 8:30 class are absolutely ALWAYS smiling and glad to see me. I've tried to extend that same courtesy to newcomers to the class. Between the poses you've never done, the lingo, the gear, and the fast-pace of the class, it's easy to get discouraged if you don't have some women around you saying things like, "Girl, trust me. It gets easier!!" And the Asheville studio is absolutely slam-packed with teachers and clients alike who are so encouraging, positive, and uplifting whether you've been coming for 2 days or 2 years. 

All told, Barre has definitely changed my body in a major way. The only thing I'm interested in now is whether or not I'm getting enough of a cardio workout (I'll have to borrow someone's Fit Bit!) for it to count as heart-healthy.

But my overall review? GLOWING. I love my class and I feel proud of my body right now. Obviously I don't think I look perfect -- I'm under no illusions that I'm Giselle - but knowing what my best body looks like makes me feel strong and proud of my progress. I'm interested to see how things will shape up after a couple of weeks of me not actively undoing everything I work so hard to do in class by eating half a bag of pretzels every night. 

More updates to come! 

 

5 Things I Learned from My Mother

WIth Mother's Day around the corner, I couldn't leave this week without paying a little special attention to my mom. I'm fortunate to have a mom, first of all, but even more fortunate to be very, very close to her. April and I talk conservatively 4 times a day, and both of our husbands have just had to DEAL.

Last year, after more than a quarter century of us living in the same state, my parents moved to Tulsa and we moved to Asheville. That put 14 hours in a car between April and me, which has made me realize just how much I love her (if that even needed emphasis). So Mom, this post is for you: the five biggest lessons you've taught me so far. 

1. Food solves everything. 

New Year's Day 2015 - there are 13 tiny layers in this cake. April made it, of course. 

New Year's Day 2015 - there are 13 tiny layers in this cake. April made it, of course. 

This one was an easy beginning. Anyone who is even remotely close to my family has eaten in our kitchen, which also means eating my mom's incredible food. She's not just a good cook "for a mom;" she's a good cook for anybody. Guests around my mother's table sit down hungry, are gobsmacked by the level of skill she has in the kitchen, then leave - full, a little drunk (though that's my dad's doing), and happy. 

Whether it's homemade buttermilk biscuits, fried chicken (Parker's favorite), Thomas Keller's roast chicken, or breakfast on Christmas morning, the woman knows what she's doing. 

In my own life, food with my mom has played a major role. Though we are definitely both healthier eaters now than we used to be (and thank you Jesus, because we'd be 800 pounds each), every major event in my life has been marked by Mom and me tearing up some kind of cuisine. Bad day? Mexican food. Home sick from school? Burger King on the way home. Weekend at my grandmother's? Krispy Kreme for breakfast. Got dumped? Homemade mashed potatoes. 

Including this in the list is not about bragging on my mom's culinary skill (though I did plenty of that and am going to continue bragging with abandon), but about something deeper - cooking is a love language for my mother, and for many mothers out there. Cooking has become a love language for me because I grew up listening to that language, and now I can speak it because my mother taught me how. 

2. Light up your eyes. 

Maya Angelou was once quoted talking about how important it was as a parent to make sure your children knew that you loved them. She said one of the best yardsticks to use was, "Do your eyes light up when they come into the room?" 

I vividly remember hearing this quote on the radio in my car, because it moved me to tears - it was the first time I realized just how fortunate I was to have a mother whose eyes were always full of light. 

Parker and I grew up in a house where literally every single time we walked through the front door, Mom would yell, "MAAAAAARY!!!!!! PARKERRRRRR!!!!" usually followed by a totally non-rhyming chant or cheer of some sort while we all marched around or clapped along (I can hear it in my head now). It didn't matter if we had been gone for 5 days or 5 minutes - there was an actual celebration that took place when we returned. 

This practice of pouring out love and celebration is something my mother does constantly. She poured it out for her clients at a food ministry in Birmingham, for the little girl she tutors in Tulsa, for all her many friends, for her family. It wasn't until I heard that Maya Angelou quote that I realized my mother embodied something that is an actual effort for other people, and I've never taken it for granted again. 

3. Go above and beyond as a hostess.

She isn't in this photo, but her fingerprints are EVERYWHERE. Photo be Leslee Mitchell Photography.

She isn't in this photo, but her fingerprints are EVERYWHERE. Photo be Leslee Mitchell Photography.

Anyone who's ever stayed at my parents' or eaten at my parents' table knows this one to be true: April turns it OUT when people are coming over. 

Fresh flowers in vases on every surface. Food absolutely everywhere. A glass bottle of water and glasses on every nightstand. Rising early to cook a ridiculously enormous breakfast. If it's a party she's hosting, the house is completely immaculate, decorated within an inch of its life and somehow still very tasteful. Our birthday cakes and invitations as children were always homemade, thought "homemade" at my house looked professionally crafted. 

This is one I'm still honing myself (haven't quite nailed it - I think it must take years), but it speaks to Mom's constant and unwavering willingness to place others before self. It's not about hosting for her, it's about meeting everyone's needs and seeing that everyone who crosses the threshold of her home feels so special, attended to, and deeply loved. 

4. Give it away.

Speaking of generosity, this one is a biggie. 

I have so many memories growing up of this exact situation playing out: 

Some random person: "April, I love your earrings!" 
April: "Oh, thank you!! Here, why don't you have them?" 
Random person: "Oh, no - I couldn't do that." 
April: *already taking them out of her ears* "Please!! I would love for you to have them." *hands them over.* 

This happened with earrings, bags, jackets - you name it, she's given it away. Of course, there are a few special things with which she'd never part, but mostly, even considering her ubiquitous style and flare, Mom is pretty willing to part with "just stuff." Though she has always been a "cool mom" in the sense of being fashionable and current, she's never had a closet stuffed full of clothes, shoes, and jewelry. She's selective in her choices, and even then, it's just stuff. And still, she would be voted among anyone I know as one of the most beautiful and classic women around. 

But again, as with most things, this action is a reflection of a deeper attitude for my mom: things aren't important, but people are. 

5. Choose joy.

Crying of joy in this very picture. 

Crying of joy in this very picture. 

Loud, constantly singing, cackling/snorting/wheeze laughing, spastic, dancing badly, crying on a dime, twirling around with happiness, striking up conversations with complete strangers, oversharing - these are just a few things that Mom and I have in common.

It's because April lives her life from a place of joy first. 

Nobody's life is perfect. But there is a way to live that places happiness, kindness, and J O Y at the forefront of a person's mind and heart, and that is the way that April McAnnally lives. 

Really, it's not just joy - it's all her emotions. She feels things deeply and immediately, and so do I. I can't count the number of times we've started to tell a story and paused, tearing up, saying, "I'm gonna cry talking about it!" Or how many times I've called her and she's in the middle of sobbing while watching someone succeed on The Voice or American Idol. Or how many times we've been at a concert and I've had to step away from the crazy woman dancing and singing all the words. Or how many times, seeing that I'm angry or upset about something, she will also get angry or upset, to the point that I have to calm her down in order to calm myself down. 

My mother lives life with a heart WIDE open. Choosing to live that way means you're vulnerable to great despair, but it also means that you feel love, triumph, and sparkly-can't-stand-it-goodness more intensely than most. It is a way to walk through life that sees the world in all its color, vibrancy, diversity, and hope - every day, all the time, without trying hard. She is the queen of this particular lifestyle.

 

Of course, there's no way to capture everything I've learned from my mother. I don't even think I'm aware of it - she made me, she has shaped me, and she continues to fine-tune her work by living the example of what it means to be a compassionate, kind, God-loving, spirited, FABULOUS woman. I haven't had any success, happiness, or wonder in my life for which she wasn't, in some sense, responsible. There's nobody like her. 

Here's to you, Mom.