Words of Redemption


I would like to share a story with you. It’s a favorite story of mine because it is a story of sacrifice. It is a story of stories. It is a story of one of histories greatest loves.

The Persian king Shahryar, hurt and angered by the betrayal of his first wife’s unfaithfulness, beheld a daily ritual. He would select a virgin of his wish, lay with her and send her for a cruel death by beheading at dawn. He clearly did not believe in second chances. I think more importantly that he lost faith in himself and in love.

Upon the 1000th virgin death, Scheherazade- being pleasant and polite, wise and witty- volunteered herself as a bride to the king against the wishes of her father, the Grand Vizier.

It was said that Scheherazade was a lover of books, philosophy and the stories of old. As she lay in the king’s chambers the first night, she began to tell a story; a story so fantastic that she caught the king’s attention. The light of dawn lit the room before her story was complete, therefore the king kept her alive for one more night so that he could know the end. The second night, Scheherazade weaved another tale into the story of the previous evening. The king marveled more at this story than before. Upon morning the king did not send Scheherazade to her death but kept her for himself another night. Each night Scheherazade captured the king’s mind with her words until 1000 nights had passed and her story was finally complete. As he looked upon her fair face, Shahryar realized that the love he held for Scheherazade was great. She had not only captured the king’s mind, she had conquered his heart emptying it of hurt and anger.

Thus, due to her faith in herself and in giving of herself with patience and love, Scheherazade saved herself and others from death. She restored the faith and confidence of a man who was a great ruler and made her his queen. It is because of Scheherazade that we have the 1001 stories of the Arabian Nights. ❤


Parenting. Doing it right, at least for today.

mommynmaddieThere are numerous books on parenting; entire sections of Barnes and Noble dedicated to it, monthly publications focused on it’s techniques. There are many women’s magazines that share silly anecdotes and websites devoted to  “you’re doing it wrong/right” pictures. Funny stuff.

The quote about parenting that has most resonated with me was said by the incomparable Frank Zappa. “The first thing you have to do if you want to raise nice kids, is you have to talk to them like they are people instead of talking to them like they’re property.” I actually choose not to read most magazines and books about parenting. After moving beyond the “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” phase, I chose to parent naturally. What can a book tell me about my child that listening and spending time with her does not? She is exactly the girl I have raised her to be, or more like allowed her to become. She is snarky, smart, sarcastic, clever, creative, beautiful and lovely in all her introverted fabulousness.

Truth be told, I have made and will continue to make mistakes…as a person, a woman, a daughter, a sister, and yes- as a mother. I am imperfect. Shock. I know. So instead of feeling like a complete moron, I choose to embrace it! Apologize when necessary. Learn from it. Move on and let go. Celebrate life and those moments that are as close to perfection as we can have here on Earth. Fortunately those moments happen often enough that it keeps one encouraged and not so often that I get spoiled. One such fantastic moment of parenting perfection happened yesterday.

The night before I was discussing with my 13 year old girl, the importance of her life skills education. I told her that she will be required to take more responsibility around the house (chores), for herself and her belongings. She will start helping me prepare dinner and complete tasks so she can learn. The goal being to prepare her for life on her own.  It is true that I do a lot for her that she could do for herself…not because she isn’t capable but because I enjoy taking care of her. However a few years from now she will be off at college. She will not have me to take care of things on her behalf so because I love her and her happiness is important, I need to step it up! Life Skills 201 has begun! She scoffed at the thought. If I listened hard enough, I’m sure there was even a snort hidden in her scoff. The look on her face was an “AS IF!” in perfect Cher Horowitz’ fashion.

Then it happened. That moment of near perfection. When I awoke the next morning, I could hear sounds of her from the front rooms. Walking down the hall as silently as I could, peeking around the corner I observed her stacking DVDs on a shelf. The shelf was not where it once was. She said, “Hi Mom. Go have a look at the living room.” The living room had been cleaned, dusted…including the ceiling fan. Exclamation point! She then pointed at the built in desk which prior to the “it” moment, had been a hodgepodge of mail and other items. However now neatly on display was her 27 inch all in one desktop with a cute Wizard of Oz background and a sticky note pinned to the top right corner.

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She is exactly the girl I have raised her to be. I would not expect anything less. As if! ❤


Morning Cheekiness


Good morning sunlight on my face,

peeking through curtains like a hesitant admirer;

a snooze alarm of giggles from another room.


Sleepy eyed consciousness;

a caffeinated aroma soothing the haze.

Joy cometh in the morning!


Ode to you, my creamy pleasure!

Fill my cup. Fill it to the rim.

Espress yourself. Indulge.


Ode to you my morning lover, delighting my senses!

Le Temps De Vivre Plus Fort.

Carte Noire luxe.


Ode to you, daily dose of goodness!

Taste sensation.

Perfection in a cup.


Ode to the best part of waking up!

Sugar and spice and everything nice.

You are good to the last drop. ❤