In Honor Of My 700th Post…

In Honor Of My 700th Post…

To celebrate 700 posts (YES! This one is numero 700!), I decided to install a scratch & sniff plugin* to my site so you could experience what I’ve experienced today.

So on a scale of 1 to 100, what does this smell like to you?

Scratch & Sniff

I’ll give you a hint: The number is in the title. THAT is how bad it smells.

But my boy is home and exhausted and clean and full of bruises and chigger bites and scrapes and amazing memories!


* If you really did sniff your screen, bless your heart.




This year, Henry’s week at camp is a big one. It’s his first year on the Mainside.

At Camp Winnataska, that translates to “the big kid side of the camp.” The last two years, he’s been on the Chico side with all the 6-8 year old campers, so last year he was one of the big guys on the Chico campus.

For the last few months, we’ve been talking about and getting excited for camp. He’s had his calendar filled out for the whole summer, counting down the number of weeks until he left. To say he loves it is an understatement!

On the way over to Alabama on Sunday, we met my cousin and his family. Two of his three kiddos were also going to Winnataska that day, and were going to be Chicos for the first year. Henry told them all about it and hopefully made them less nervous. But after we left, Henry’s confidence started to wane.

As we rounded the corner into camp, the chatter slowed down, in spite of him wanting us to HONK BECAUSE WE LOVE WINNATASKA!

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After standing in line, health-checking (aka lice-checking), we headed to the cabin — Chickasaw.

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Crossing the bridge that leads to the Mainside cabins was beautiful. They have an absolutely gorgeous setting, with still water and falls and plenty of area for climbing and exploring in the river. It’s one of Henry’s favorite things about camp!

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The cabin was huge! I don’t think Henry was prepared for how large the cabins were over on the Mainside. We went in and were greeted by young men who were still in high school and early college and looked like babies themselves. They showed us to his bed and gathered up his bags that had been delivered to the back of the cabin.

Henry’s bed was made. His fan was put away. I put his other stuff on his shelf and he quickly rearranged it. He put his pillow pet and Muffins perfectly on his bed, even though there were no other visible stuffed animals in the room. The chatter around the room was hilarious, but he was quiet.

And then it was time for us to leave.

There were kisses and hugs and a quick photo.

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We were off and before we were even out of the room he was chatting it up with the kid behind him.

He may be one of the little guys on the Mainside totem pole at Winnataska this year, but he’s sure to be having the biggest time yet!

(Don’t tell anybody, but I can’t wait to get my hands on him and get hugs from him on Saturday!)

Just Write: The Wave

This past weekend, I realized there’s a little thing I truly miss about living in a small town.

I miss The Wave.

You know the one. You’re driving down the road, get close to a car coming the other way, and see the driver’s hand pop up from the wheel giving a little wave. It’s a quick lift of the hand, a small gesture, but one that doesn’t exist in the big city.

People don’t do The Wave here in Atlanta.

In fact, just this morning, it hit me that people don’t even do the Thank You Wave here. You know, the one that’s flashed when you let somebody out in front of you? I let a man out in front of me at Starbucks and got nothing. Nada. No lift of the hand, no gesture of thanks.

Yet about two miles later, someone let me go in front of them and I did the Thank You Wave. I’m sure they didn’t see it. Or maybe they did and thought, “What the hell is she doing?”

We moved from our small hometown a little over 4 years ago. Going back there now, we easily fall into the habit of throwing The Wave to people we pass, and they wave back!

It’s a little thing, but it means so much.

This has been my post for this week’s Just Write, hosted by the lovely and talented Heather from The Extraordinary Ordinary.

Now YOU Can Listen (and watch)

Yesterday, the 2014 Listen To Your Mother videos were released.

I’m not going to lie.

I hadn’t watched the Atlanta show before yesterday.

I had no clue what it looked like from the audience. I didn’t realize what a beautiful group of individuals we had on stage. Well, I did, but not as much as I did when I watched them all — confident, bold, brave, honest, and raw — share their story to hundreds (now thousands) of people.

Seeing it all happen face-first made it all really real. My co-director/producer Miranda and I invite you to take some time and watch our show, beginning to end. Your life will be better with these stories in your heart.

You can see all of our show, in order, by clicking right HERE. I promise it will be the best 86 minutes you’ve ever spent on the internet!

via Lyssa Sahadevan

via Lyssa Sahadevan

Again, a huge THANK YOU to our sponsors, LiviRae LingerieFirefly Loft, and From The Hip. And one more shout-out to our amazing cause, Just Heart Foundation! Thank you all for making the show at the Earl Smith Strand Theatre amazing!


Big thanks to LTYM video sponsor by T. Rowe Price! 

Watch the other 2014 videos on the Listen To Your Mother YouTube channel or choose a playlist by clicking on a city below:

Atlanta • Austin • Baltimore • Boston • Boulder • Charleston • Chicago • DC • Denver •Indianapolis • Kansas City •Little Rock • Madison • Metro Detroit • Milwaukee • Nashville • North Jersey • Northern Utah • Northwest Indiana • NYC • Oklahoma City • Plumas County • Portland •Raleigh-Durham • Sacramento • San Francisco • Southeast Texas • Spokane • St. Louis • The OC •Twin Cities

With Privilege Comes Responsibility

With Privilege Comes Responsibility

All my life I heard that phrase: With privilege comes responsibility. 

I learned early to roll my eyes, mostly because I was a smart ass and did that kind of thing. But also because normally when that was said, it meant I was about to have to do something. Like, work.

I’ve never really thought about it much, but in my mind, I think I’ve NOT said that to Henry over and over again because I don’t want him to roll his eyes at me. But now that he rolls his eyes for all kinds of reasons, mostly because he’s a 9 year old boy who acts like a 13 year old girl, I figured “what the hell?”

We just moved this last week. With that move came a reason to start fresh on some things. One of those things has to do with giving Henry more responsibilities.

So Jason and Henry went to Home Depot and bought Henry a lawnmower.

Yes, we bought our 9 year old a lawnmower. It was time.


When he mows the grass, he will be earning money that will be divided into Spend, Save, Share. It’s time to learn these things that he needs to carry him through to adulthood. The lawn will be his baby.

It’s also time for him to start saving for a car if he thinks he wants one when he turns 16!

So today, Jason took him out for his first run in the yard with the mower blades on. It went well. Henry managed to mow about ⅓ of the yard before his hands got too numb and tingly. It was quite adorable.

mower2But then I looked at the pictures and realized that my baby isn’t a baby anymore.

He’s a little man. His face is changing, his attitude is changing, his likes and loves are changing. He’s almost as tall as me and his feet are bigger than mine.

He leads a pretty privileged  life. And with that comes responsibility. And that he’s about to learn.


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