Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

The ways in which we are labeled and identified over the course of our lives is truly amazing. During my formative years, I was always introduced as someone's daughter or granddaughter. This helped me break into a larger world where I became part of a Pack, and eventually earned a title that will follow me always: NC State graduate.

When I began my first post college job, I was finally just me. I had a familiar circle of colleagues, friends and loved ones who called me simply by my first name – "Kristy will be there," or "Kristy’s on top of that." It felt great to have evolved into my own person, earning their camaraderie and respect.

When I met the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, I became someone's wife – but I was still Kristy, and it launched a running joke of how similar my name was to his. I was a working professional, homeowner, and taxpayer. All things that required an identity. All things that made me uniquely me.

Once we were blessed with children, though, that changed. At least from my perspective. My children took the spotlight and became more important than everything else. And that was as it should be. My role evolved into caregiver, supporter, and cheerleader. I first became Daniel's mom, then Cameron's [mom] ... no other moniker necessary. I’m sure all of the mothers out there know what I’m talking about.

Today I had the opportunity to meet some neighbors. We’d lived basically across the street from each other for some time, yet never met face to face. As the wife introduced her husband, he wondered aloud which house I lived in. When I told him where, he reminded me of another identity I’ve acquired in recent years: the cucumber lady. With a garden that produces more than we could ever eat, I’d been leaving a bowl of cucumbers on my front porch for neighbors each summer. It made my heart happy to learn that without realizing it, I had already reached out to these sweet neighbors who I could now call another one of my favorite designations: friend.

So be proud of all the roles you play and the labels you wear. You never know who you might have impacted by just being you.
So you see the post title, and you think, “Oh, she’s one of those morning people.” Yeah, not so much. My ideal start to the day would involve waking on my own (without the use of an alarm clock or tiny human), then applying one of those Jane Jetson morning masks. But sadly, the real world doesn’t work like that. I’ve been posting ramblings to Facebook from time to time, and thought it would be more prudent to reactivate this blog. So welcome, dear reader. Let’s roll.
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It’s been one of those mornings. You know, the ones where you wake up way too congested, thinking you have a few minutes to spare when in actuality you’re already late. Who’s with me so far? So you throw on a t-shirt and shorts, knowing full well that there’s no time to deal with your mom hair this morning – a ball cap will have to do.

One child is already off to school, but the other, the one you’re driving, has just been pulled off of the computer and is whiling away his time in the bathroom, using an entire box of Kleenex to clear his sinuses. Better than the alternative, you think, and head downstairs to get your keys.

“It’s time to go, babe,” you call at 8:55. The blowing continues. Gathering his backpack, your phone and wallet, you call again at 9:01. Then ensues a philosophical discussion about how your child’s nose is in a state of bubbles (gross, I know), and you cannot possibly leave the house at this juncture. You only know two things at this point: (1) he couldn’t have cared less about his nose bubbles until you said it was time to go, and (2) you are NOT getting out of the car with no bra and no makeup to check him in to school late. It’s a vain argument, but justified. The short version of this story is that the tissues, a trash bag, and a bottle of Purell get into the car with us.

By what surely must have been the grace of God and some act of Congress, you make it to carpool on time. Now there’s just the leisurely drive back through some pretty, well manicured neighborhoods, and you’re home free. You know the kind of streets I’m talking about: flowering trees line the extra wide lanes of the meandering divided highway. The early sun peeks through the leaves, dancing across your dash. There’s no traffic save other parents taking their kids to school, the occasional jogger or dog walker, and the mad woman hell bent on getting to Target. Which of these things is not like the other?

Back to the meandering extra wide lanes. Do you know why they build them that way? Because it’s visually appealing in a residential setting, and there are often cars parallel parked along the way. Believe it or not, crazed Target shopper, it’s not because there are invisible lines on that road that only you can see that allow you to pass me going 45 in a 25 mile an hour zone. NOTHING is that good at Target that you have to risk both of our lives, nor those of the biker, jogger, and dog walker who just watched you blow past. Not to mention the fact that you are totally ruining the Mucinex and protein shake induced Zen that gets me from point A to point B before hair and makeup every day. I actually once had a driver – who could also apparently see those invisible lines – pass me on the curve of a freeway entrance ramp because I wasn’t going fast enough for them. But that’s another rant for another day.

My point is: SLOW DOWN, people. Be cautious of those around you. Be mindful of where you’re going and what you’re doing, and don’t make it all about being first, or being in front of someone else. I know what it is to be on deadline, or running late, or needing to check things off of a to-do list. But I also know not to get too wrapped up in those things. Try taking it all in for a change, and just enjoy the drive.


I don’t make resolutions anymore, but with the New Year upon us I thought it was as good a time as any to START something. Something new, something neglected, something fun, something challenging … you get the idea.

In 2013, I was grateful that my work went in a lot of different directions. This of course meant that some projects got sidelined in order to meet new deadlines. But I learned to juggle and diversify. Regular and repeat business is wonderful for a freelancer, and I’m happy to be settled into a groove now.

So my goal for 2014 is to go back and finish those things that were important enough to make it to my to-do list in the first place. Things like blogging (for me versus guest and ghost blogging for others), putting my phone aside when friends and family need me, and querying markets that would be a labor of love to write. I’ll likely add to this list as time goes on, but I find it more attainable to tackle a few things at a time.

First things first: during this short week I’m cleaning my office so as to be better organized when school, work, and the madness of everyday life start up again. Something tells me this will be an ongoing effort, but at least I will have started.

What kinds of things will you START this year? We can be accountable to each other; just follow me and comment from time to time to let me know how you’re doing. My best to all of you for a productive and prosperous New Year! Now go start something …

            
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Happy 2012 everyone! Can you believe it’s January already? I have fallen off the blogging bandwagon as deadlines and bigger projects shifted my focus – and truth be told, time just got away from me. But it’s my New Year’s resolution to post regularly, sharing useful information about writing and writing-related industries. Here’s the link to Katie’s story that I promised.

Since my last visit, I spent time with my family while the boys were out of school, hubby started a new job, and I took on some new commercial clients (click the “Corporate” tab on this page for more). I am also happy to report that my professional website has been revamped to better serve the editors and clients I work with. Please take a look and let me know what you think!

I’ve established a stronger social media presence and have incorporated Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn into my every day schedule. I’ve generated client web content, done some guest blogging, and am open to suggestions of things you’d like to see here as well as the occasional guest post from some of you! I’ll also be telling you more about the Triangle Area Freelancers’ 5th annual nonfiction writers’ conference coming up on April 21. We’ve been busy putting together a great panel of presenters – details are coming soon and registration opens Feb. 1.
Hello friends and fellow writers,

I feel like I’ve been so preoccupied with the LOST blog
that I have neglected this one and promise to get back on track.

I have two new articles in print right now …
Your Fall Style: Wardrobe Essentials for the Season (in Triangle Style) and Going Green: Organic Community Gardening is Good for the Soul, the Environment, & You! (in Pinehurst Magazine). Check them out. Can’t believe I missed the Good Housekeeping contest … did any of you enter? I have two other irons in the fire and am querying new work all the time. If you are a writer, how often do you query vs. accept assigned work?

Speaking of writing, the
Triangle Area Freelancers have already announced their 2010 Conference. Author Amanda Lamb (Smotherhood, Deadly Dose, and the forthcoming Evil Next Door) will be the keynote speaker. Yes, this is the same Amanda Lamb from WRAL-TV 5. Visit her website or this Event link on Facebook for more: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=161446446958&ref=mf.

Our family has settled into the “back to school” routine and D is really enjoying being a middle-schooler. C is potty training (ugh) and getting ready to go back to playgroup. We were excited about the possibility of a half-day preschool – but, alas, need to master the potty first. More fodder for articles, right? (lol)

I have been expanding my photography portfolio and will share a brand new link soon! This is very exciting for me and I hope it is well received. As always, comments are welcome.

What were you doing when time seemed to stand still on this day in 2001?
For those of you who may also be following my LOST blog, please check out new LOST posts here: http://www.examiner.com/x-18971-LOST-Examiner (this is a link to my LOST Examiner homepage where you can then click-thru to individual articles).

I get paid by the click-thru, so subscribe to emails letting you know when I post new material and please tell your LOST friends where to find me.
The Statue of Liberty’s crown re-opened today after being closed by the September 11th attacks nearly eight years ago.

The base, pedestal and outdoor observation deck re-opened in 2004, but the crown remained off-limits. (The torch has been closed since 1916 when it was damaged by a saboteur's bomb.)

So while you’re grilling out and watching fireworks, chalk one up for personal freedom being restored, and remember how lucky we are to live in this great country.
I debated whether to blog about the celebrity deaths that occurred this week. So much has already been written. But both Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett were iconic symbols of the time in which I grew up, so I felt compelled to put something here.

Mary Farrah Leni Fawcett became known to the world simply as Farrah. From toothpaste to shampoo commercials: everyone knew Farrah, her toothy smile and gorgeous blond mane of hair. She was one of Charlie’s original Angels, an identity she found both a blessing and a curse. Struggling to be recognized as more than just another pretty face, later projects grew gritty and included Extremities and The Burning Bed. But I will always remember her as the tortured wife of Sam Elliott in the 1981 mini-series Murder in Texas. Based on a true story, it chronicles the twisted path of a prominent plastic surgeon suspected of causing the death of his first wife. The creep factor is high and this is a must-TiVo for those of you who enjoy crime dramas. Farrah is well cast as the unpretentious daughter of a wealthy member of Houston society who marries the wrong man.

“The Gloved One,” Michael Jackson, became an American superstar with albums like Off The Wall, Thriller, and Bad. He was an undeniable talent, cranking out hits and dance moves like no other. His presence was magical and his career meteoric. Back in the day, cheerleaders rocked the house to Don’t Stop ‘til You Get Enough, we spent weekends at Sportsworld roller skating to Rock With You, and experienced the Thriller video on big screens at a new teen haven called Julian’s. Later personal MJ favorites include Smooth Criminal, Who Is It, Will You Be There, and Scream (with sister Janet). For the sake of Jackson’s children, here’s hoping the negativity that dogged him in later years will finally be put to rest. Despite the craziness that his life became, Michael Jackson was a talent who deserves respect and remembrance.

Celebrity deaths have a way of affecting us differently than losing someone we actually knew. Perhaps they remind us of a special time in our lives, or an event that we haven’t thought about in years. Sometimes they represent a tangible item, other times just a feeling. Back in Jackson’s heyday, who would have thought that we’d see “the death of Michael Jackson” just 20-some years later? Now I know how my grandparents felt every time they were taken aback at the passing of an icon from their own era. The loss makes me feel sad and old at the same time. 
Rest in peace Michael and Farrah.
It was here: the one evening in a blue moon that my husband and I actually got to go out with no diaper bag … eat a meal with no chaos … complete two sentences with no interruptions … and relax in a sea of anonymity without fear of what our kids were doing in a public setting. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. To be honest, we really have very good children. But every parent needs a break now and then. And this was definitely one of those times.

This date night included dinner (on the run, but I took what I could get) and then a concert! Grandmama and Granddaddy were in town for graduation, so they would care for our monkeys while we got some alone time. Well, alone amongst thousands of concert-goers, but you get the idea. When our first child was little, we’d make grandiose plans for date nights and Grandma weekends … then end up falling asleep early. Ah, the best laid plans. With a new two-year-old in the house -- and one who didn't rest well at all -- we were more sleep-deprived than ever, but had learned to take time for ourselves. That meant leaving the house and spending quality time together doing grown-up things and trying not to talk about the kids for a few hours.

We met some great folks on our evening out, including a restaurant owner and his wife, a shoe store manager and his sis, and even a local morning DJ out on a date night of her own. My husband took my hand as we milled around the amphitheater in search of a cool drink. These days, my hands were usually holding sticky, wiggling little fingers rather than clasped around my husband. It was nice to be me for just a little while, as an alternative to Mom.

The show was hot and loud! We danced, we shouted, we sang along. No sippy cups, bathroom trips, spilled fries, or pacifiers. It was a wonderful evening, and we had great fun. But then it slipped in -- “The boys would have loved it when…” Yes, the stroke of midnight had come, our carriage turned back into a pumpkin, and my glass slippers back into flip-flops. But, ya know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hannah, a friend I met at Kate Gosselin's appearance at the Southern Women's Show, showed up on one of the two new episodes of Jon & Kate Plus 8 tonight! As cameras panned through crowds at various Gosselin appearances, I recognized Raleigh -- then Hannah -- and, alas, then me. I knew Hannah would eventually appear because she was interviewed by TLC, but I had no idea I was caught on camera as well. LOL.

As J&K are now basically doing solo spots, I'm hoping TLC will use more snip-its in the coming weeks and we'll get to see some of Hannah's interview. :)
[I have a story and photos of Kate Gosselin slated for the summer issue of a local magazine. It may never see the light of day based on recent headlines. But no one’s looking at the bigger picture…]

The details of the Jon & Kate Gosselin story are getting uglier by the day. The wholesome Pennsylvania family blessed with eight gorgeous kids (a set of twins and sextuplets) and a reality show documenting their lives seems to have been derailed by fame, the media, or their own sense of entitlement – depending upon who you ask.

Clip shows like The Soup have been targeting the Gosselins and their TLC show, Jon & Kate Plus 8, for months. But it was business as usual at TLC. And mom Kate continued to make appearances promoting books about the family. There was a big “will they or won’t they” media blitz when Kate wanted to continue with a fifth season of the show and Jon most definitely did not. TLC announced the show would return, and everything in the Gosselin household hit the fan.

First there were rumors of infidelity on Jon’s part … followed shortly thereafter by the same against Kate. Kate spoke with The Today Show and said she was “hesitant to believe” the accusations against Jon and that they were handling it privately. Not so privately, it seems, as less than one week later she appeared on the cover of People magazine saying, "I don't know that we're in the same place anymore, that we want the same thing … I've been struggling with the question of 'Who is this person?' for a while."

The media blitz surrounding the family is larger than ever, and everybody’s got an opinion. Up until now, sources supposedly “close” to the couple have been cashing in. But now we’re even hearing that the marriage is over from Uncle Kevin and Aunt Jodi, Kate’s brother and sister-in-law. Viewers will remember Jodi from earlier seasons of J&K. Is this payback from Jodi for being cut out of the show and the children’s lives? Is this a publicity stunt by TLC to boost ratings for the May 25th summer season premier of Jon & Kate Plus 8?

It just doesn’t matter. Whether the headlines are true or not, who’s considering how all of this nonsense is affecting the children? I’m tired of hearing how much the Gosselin home is worth and how much they earn per episode. How can you put a price tag on what this controversy is doing to the kids? At ages eight and five, these children are heavily influenced by what they see and hear in the media – and in everyday places like school and the grocery store.

"Watching this family self-destruct should not be used as a form of entertainment," said Jodi.

If you love your kids as much as you profess to, Jon & Kate, please stop doing interviews and start going to counseling instead.
Last weekend I had the pleasure of interviewing a woman with whom I have a lot in common. We were both born within a few years of each other and raised in the Badger state, chose similar professional fields, got what we hoped would be stepping-stone jobs after college, moved around a bit, got married, and had children.

The major differences between us are that she is more well-known and has made more money … subsequently by working full-time through most of her children’s lives. But despite all her successes, this woman is now taking ‘early retirement’ and leaving the daily grind. She is stepping down from a job she loves, where she is well-compensated, respected, and admired – to be at home with her kids. I applaud her decision as it is one I made a long time ago.

Although she seems to be following my lead, in truth, I can learn a lot from this woman. To go from a nine-to-five environment into a world where you work just as hard but don’t get paid, are only sometimes respected, and admired only by those who do what you do – is a form of culture shock to say the least. But family is important, and those of us lucky enough to be home with our children sometimes lose sight of that in the grand scheme of things.

I love my family and also my occupation. For me, freelancing is the best of both worlds. As my second job (the first being CEO of a busy household), it allows me to keep my professional skills sharp while working with editors and business associates nationwide. I have to dress for work every day, multi-task my brains out, return phone calls, meet deadlines, and deliver a finished product that makes everyone happy. My family is starting to see how important it is for Mom to have a creative outlet and a paycheck made up of more than sticky-sweet kisses. Little do they know that they are often the inspiration for many of my essays and all of my successes. Wearing two hats is a challenge, but all jobs have their pluses and minuses. On most days, my office is better equipped than my pantry, but I am learning to expand my super- and writer’s-markets.

With this in mind, I’ve written measurable and attainable goals for 2009. Resolutions include exceeding editor/client expectations (the old “under promise – over deliver” adage), showing more patience with my children, and demonstrating the confidence and fortitude to help my business and personal relationships soar. It’s a tall order, but one I am eager to engage. What are your resolutions for the new year?

Lloyd M. Burke
August 1916 - October 2008

My Papa. A wonderful husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and friend. The "L" of L&M. The time-study man with the Shaklee charts, a garden of ripe tomatoes, 100-year-old jokes, and a smile & a jig for every occasion. Congestive heart failure and Alzheimer's took much of Papa from us long before his actual death. But his presense is still what held the family together. His passing has not only made me aware of my own mortality, but it is now what drives me to make every day worthwhile and important.

I miss you, Papa.

Ah fundraising. The time of year every parent dreads as after all family members have been hit, children need to be escorted from door to door. Such is the case with my fifth grader who is trying to raise money for a class trip to Washington, DC.

The grade takes this trip every year, so we’ve known our turn at basically begging for cash would come ever since we moved to this school district back in the first grade. The kids did it year after year, so it seemed as if it would be easy enough. But somewhere over the course of the past five years, the same folks must have been approached over and over again as they’re not as eager to buy now that my kid is out selling. They’re certainly not as generous as Aunt Kim or Granddaddy Leroy – go figure.

No, my son is learning the valuable lesson that “work” is just that – work. And not everything is handed to you on a silver platter. It’s a life lesson, but a bitter pill to swallow just the same.

And it’s dangerous to be friends with me this year because in addition to class fundraising, my son will also be selling popcorn for the Cub Scouts. Neighbors are beginning to cringe when they see us out. :) When the PTA comes calling for us to sell holiday wrap, I think we will have to decline (insert friends and family rejoicing and breathing a sigh of relief here).


Why you should never send your husband for birthday balloons:
It was a gorgeous summer day. The humidity was noticeably lower and there was a breeze. Far from the computer and the cell phone, I was enjoying the quiet of a leisurely drive. I had my car windows open for the first time in a long while as I stopped for gas.

The station was quite busy; many people were out enjoying the weather. As I pulled in, I noticed the deafening sound of someone's car stereo cranked up beyond the limits of most eardrums. The vulgarities being broadcast from that stereo were so offensive -- and so frequent -- that I couldn't believe anyone would listen to that (no to mention inflict their choice of "entertainment" on everyone else).

I had my baby in the car and was grateful that he slept through the ordeal. Others weren't as lucky: an elderly gentleman cleaning his windshield was clearly taken aback by the language, and the woman pumping gas next to me had a carload full of children (she was NOT pleased). Everyone was turning to see what kind of person would cause such a stir, only to learn that there was no one even in the vehicle! The driver was apparently in the store, but left his million-decibel gansta' tunes for all to enjoy. How thoughtful.

Now I'm the first to defend your right to watch or listen to whatever you want -- but when it involves "slappin' your b___" around, "puttin' a cap" in their posterior, or "f___in'" someone up, I tend to draw the line. If you want to listen to that kind of crap, please do so within the comforts of your own home, with earphones, or at least have the courtesy to turn the volume down and your windows up. I'm just sayin' ...


On this, the last day of school, my son’s heart was broken by a flippant 10-year-old little minx named Kiley. Joe has had a crush on this girl almost the entire school year, and he’d finally gotten up the courage to let her know. “She’s pretty and smart, Mom,” he beamed. And they were friends. Then Kiley found out that Joe liked her in a boy-girl kind of way, and suddenly everything changed.

At first, she didn’t know what to say, and then she told Joe she thought he was “weird.” Oh, the look on his face. It was as if someone had just slapped all the happy out of him. He didn’t know how to react. “Sorry, I like someone else,” would have been a less than favorable response, but it was preferable to, “You’re weird.”

Joe’s friend came up and put an arm over his shoulder. “It gets easier, dude,” the boy nodded in a studly fashion. “It’s hard when they turn you down, though,” he offered. The wisdom of this child’s years told me that he had broken many a heart. I secretly giggled at his bravado, but was glad that he could be there for Joe.

I hated to see my boy hurt, but this was all part of growing up, and it certainly wasn’t anything that the rest of us had not been through at one time or another. Still, Joe had other wonderful girls interested in him over his vast tenure at the local elementary school. They saw something special in him that Kiley just didn’t see. Perhaps she was overwhelmed by the attention of Joe’s feelings suddenly becoming so public; he hadn’t been too weird to be her friend before that. But isn’t that always the way it works –- the one you love (or, for 4th grade purposes, the one you are in “serious like” with) is never the one who loves you back? Until you get married, that is, but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post.

Joe says he’s not ready to move on and now consoles himself with cold Yoo-hoos and his new Wii. But something tells me that there’s a 5th grade girl out there just waiting for my little weirdo. And she will be very lucky to have found him.


“Sayid is staring at me,” my husband says. A LOST calendar hangs in our kitchen, and the character of Sayid is ‘Mr. June.’ It’s one of those photos where the eyes follow you wherever you go and it creeps my husband out. February was fun: LOST returned for season number 4 and the character of Sawyer was the calendar model. Yum.

Being forced to wait another eight months for the LOST saga to continue makes me sigh ... heavily. After the Writer’s Strike, LOST’s season was cut short -- and for a myriad of reasons I can neither understand nor explain, new episodes will not air until January 2009.

Now there is a threatened Actor’s Strike which could delay all fall programming. (Of course you can’t really count LOST as fall programming when they don’t return until after New Year’s, but who’s talking semantics?) Where will the madness end? I support those who are not being compensated for an honest day’s work, and in the case of the writers, it was not fair for the networks to profit from online advertising while the writers who created the programming got short-changed. Last time I checked, however, actors were some of the highest paid people in the land. Can anyone justify why they are holding out for more money?

Speaking of the writers, LOST is very well-crafted, and unlike its predecessors (offbeat shows like Twin Peaks and The X-Files), it goes back and ties up loose ends. Well, so far, anyway. There are so many loose ends at this point, however, that I’m beginning to wonder if those eight-month lags between seasons are purposefully implemented to give us time to forget that all the i’s are not dotted and t’s are not crossed. Remember when TV was a relaxing escape? There’s not much relaxing about this show. I don’t mean to complain -- seriously, I love, love, love LOST. With a story is this intricate, you get pretty invested in the overlapping plotline- and character-development. And with so much crap on TV (Celebracadabra, I’m talking to you), that’s a hard nugget to let go of. LOST is the one stimulating hour of television per week where I don’t have kids, bills, or deadlines looming. And for that hour, it’s all about the island.

I wouldn’t care if the network decided to air LOST at 4am every other Sunday -- I would still watch (or, rather, my TiVo would). They killed Boone, and I stayed. They killed Charlie, and I stayed. They kept Kate, and still I stayed. Those of us who have tuned-in from the beginning have too much invested in this wild story to pack it in now.


The best part about LOST? For me, the answer varies. But in season 4, it was standout Yunjin Kim as Sun. If you didn’t cry when she went to Jin’s grave, man you’re made of stone. Oh, and I’d be slapped if I didn’t mention the long-awaited reunion of Desmond & Penny.

There are two seasons left … 34 total hours of programming … and if someone doesn’t tell me why that foot statue on the island has only four toes, there’s going to be hell to pay! But no matter how long we have to wait, no matter how much we bemoan the fact that there always seem to be more questions than answers, we have to go back! Yes, LOSTies, you heard me right. You don’t think the writers came up with that mantra by accident, do you?