Yesterday, my son came home from high school with the news that some of his teachers had been given pink slips.
Such a travesty! I just do not get why school budgets aren't off limits. Maybe it's just the state of California, but whether we're had a surplus or a deficit...school budgets are always getting slashed. Always! I go through an entire check register in the month of September, writing donations.
On a more positive note...here's a story about a very cool 17-year-old boy who's got a great head on his shoulders...and is changing a little town.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Simple Living
After studying the Amish so intensively this past year, I know there's a lot more that separates us than it might seem on the surface. It's easy to get distracted by the bonnets and the beards. And...with the Amish (unlike the Dunkards and most Mennonites), add in the buggies.
But I have a tremendous admiration for these dedicated people. They are living out their faith in the best way they know how...and their simple lifestyle is a choice they make as an adult.
They don't just accept every new bell and whistle as a good thing...but they give it very serious consideration and ask the question: where it will lead?
Things like....video games. And gigantic houses. And credit card debt. And dependency (on foreign oil, on grocery stores for food, on public utilities).
Their goal is to live "plain and simple." They grow their own food. They dress "plain" to avoid temptations of modern fashions.
The Old Order Amish take it even farther...they reject cars, telephones in the home (they see it as interrupting family time, which they cherish), and create their own independent sources of energy, avoiding the public utility grid.
There's another layer to the Anabaptist onion...they live the way they do because they take very seriously Jesus' words in The Sermon on the Mount ("blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the kingdom of heaven") and in The Lord's Prayer ("forgive as you have been forgiven").
Lately, with news about nationalizing banks, about a steadily declining stock market, and a gloomy economic outlook for our country...well, it makes me wonder if we all may be living more like the Plain people in the future.
Living with less. Prioritizing what's truly important. Caring for the earth with an awareness of limited resources.
And, hopefully, living as an example to others of what our faith means to us.
Simpler might be better.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Three Funny Dog Commercials
These are only about 30 seconds long each...but the middle one is hilarious!
What is a Simple Life?
During dinner on Sunday night, I asked my family what they thought about the lifestyle of our Dunkard cousins.
My niece (age 23) didn't understand why they dress the way they do. She thought it almost seemed attention-grabbing. My daughter (age 20) agreed. They were put off by the "frumpiness" factor.
My son (age 17) thought they were ordinary people, just a little more conservative than most of us.
My other son (age 24) thought they made life harder than it needed to be. Take canning. They put up about 50 jars of peaches each summer to eat throughout the winter.
Everyone agreed on the notion that we have more in common than what separates us--valuing time spent as a family, in particular.
What do you think about living a simpler life? It seems like such an appealing goal, but what does a simpler life really mean to you?
My niece (age 23) didn't understand why they dress the way they do. She thought it almost seemed attention-grabbing. My daughter (age 20) agreed. They were put off by the "frumpiness" factor.
My son (age 17) thought they were ordinary people, just a little more conservative than most of us.
My other son (age 24) thought they made life harder than it needed to be. Take canning. They put up about 50 jars of peaches each summer to eat throughout the winter.
Everyone agreed on the notion that we have more in common than what separates us--valuing time spent as a family, in particular.
What do you think about living a simpler life? It seems like such an appealing goal, but what does a simpler life really mean to you?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Saturday's Lunch
My mother's first cousins came over for lunch last Saturday. They're Dunkards, also known as Old German Baptist Brethren, also known as Anabaptists.
An Anabaptist is a generic term for "Plain People" who broke away from the Catholic Church in the 1500s-1600s. Dunkards share the same doctrinal roots as the Amish and the Mennonites, believing in adult baptism rather than infant baptism. It might seem, in 2009, like splitting hairs, but in the 1600s, it meant instant martyrdom. The Anabaptists were hunted down and tortured, burned at the stake or beheaded for their beliefs.
Like the Quakers, Amish, and Mennonites, the Dunkards are pacifists. If drafted, they serve as conscientious objectors--working in non-combatant areas, such as local hospitals.
Though not as strict as the Amish, the Dunkards do live a life of intentional simplicity.
We had an interesting discussion over lunch about what that really means. They choose to have practical technology but avoid technology that includes entertainment. They will use cell phones but not have television or radio. They prefer spending time together as a family or with other church members...sharing a meal, playing board games, rather than going to the movies. They live modestly and dress modestly.
They're extremely intelligent people--sharp memories (uncluttered by the visual bombardment of television, perhaps?) and well read (more time in their day?!). In fact, they struck me as gifted conversationalists.
I guess you could say that they really believe in moderation...except for laughter. No restrictions on that!
We laughed and laughed throughout lunch--I think these cousins have some of the best senses of humor (very gentle, dry wit) that I've ever observed.
(Note to readers: The first picture of the black hats was taken at my home...but the pictures of people were found on Google and are typical clothing and appearance of Old German Baptist Brethren.)
Monday, February 23, 2009
Signs of Spring...then back to Winter
In the San Francisco Bay Area, we are having wild weather.
About a week ago, I spotted my first robin...
Then my first daffodil opened, followed by many more...
And then we had such a doozy of a storm that our nearby "mountain" (kind of a big hill) was dusted with snow...
And then we had hail!
We're still below half of the rain we need...but the weather forecast says it will rain all week. Bad for my tennis game, good for my writing.
About a week ago, I spotted my first robin...
Then my first daffodil opened, followed by many more...
And then we had such a doozy of a storm that our nearby "mountain" (kind of a big hill) was dusted with snow...
And then we had hail!
We're still below half of the rain we need...but the weather forecast says it will rain all week. Bad for my tennis game, good for my writing.
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Eyes are the Windows to the Souls
Yesterday, I was reading a book by Eugene Peterson and was struck by a comment he made on eyes. It gave me a new appreciation for that old bromide: The eyes are the windows to the soul.
"Our eyes are remarkable and accurate signs of our inner spiritual health.
They narrow into slits when we hate, envy, and scheme.
They open wide in wonder when we live in adoration and generosity."
"The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light..." Matthew 6:22
"Our eyes are remarkable and accurate signs of our inner spiritual health.
They narrow into slits when we hate, envy, and scheme.
They open wide in wonder when we live in adoration and generosity."
"The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light..." Matthew 6:22
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Literary Awards!
Just found out that my 2008 books are up for literary awards by Reader Views!
Grit for the Oyster is a semi-finalist in two categories: Writing/Publishing and How-To.
Copper Fire is a semi-finalist in the category of Religion/Spirituality.
Finalists will be announced in a month. I'll keep you posted...but even being a semi-finalist feels pretty sweet!
Grit for the Oyster is a semi-finalist in two categories: Writing/Publishing and How-To.
Copper Fire is a semi-finalist in the category of Religion/Spirituality.
Finalists will be announced in a month. I'll keep you posted...but even being a semi-finalist feels pretty sweet!
The Choice
Last week, I received an e-mail from my publisher saying that the title committee decided on The Choice as the name of my upcoming novel (Spring 2010).
I'm thrilled with that decision...because it hints of plot and intrique.
And nearly every character in the story is facing choices.
I'm thrilled with that decision...because it hints of plot and intrique.
And nearly every character in the story is facing choices.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
For Dog Lovers, gratis ESPN
Do you remember how you felt about your first dog?
My first dog was Taffy, a beautiful pure-bred golden retriever that my family adopted as an 8-week-old pup when I was five.
Funny...the things you remember.
I have a scar on my knee from trying to take a walk with Taffy, when she wound around my legs with her leash and tripped me up. I went home crying and found my mom in the kitchen, crying for a very different reason...she had just found out that her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer.
Taffy was a part of my childhood...she was always there. My little brother and I spent many hours jammed in the back of the Ford Country Squire station wagon with Taffy, plus tons of luggage, on the way to Lake Winnepausakee in New Hampshire for wonderful vacations.
Taffy died the very week I went to college. It was traumatic. Probably exaggerated by all of the changes I was dealing with...but still, it felt like I had been sucker punched.
Sometimes, I think that's why I like the puppy side of raising Guide Dogs for the Blind...I stay on the young and hopeful side of having a dog. There's a volunteer at Guide Dogs who fosters old or sick dogs, on their way out. I have a huge admiration for her. She loves each and every one of them.
Anyway...less I digress...
The link below is a well-written, terrific, three-hanky article about a man who loves his dog. Not at all schmaltzy! Kind of long but worth your time. Thanks to BC for sending it to me.
One Final Toss for the Dooze
My first dog was Taffy, a beautiful pure-bred golden retriever that my family adopted as an 8-week-old pup when I was five.
Funny...the things you remember.
I have a scar on my knee from trying to take a walk with Taffy, when she wound around my legs with her leash and tripped me up. I went home crying and found my mom in the kitchen, crying for a very different reason...she had just found out that her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer.
Taffy was a part of my childhood...she was always there. My little brother and I spent many hours jammed in the back of the Ford Country Squire station wagon with Taffy, plus tons of luggage, on the way to Lake Winnepausakee in New Hampshire for wonderful vacations.
Taffy died the very week I went to college. It was traumatic. Probably exaggerated by all of the changes I was dealing with...but still, it felt like I had been sucker punched.
Sometimes, I think that's why I like the puppy side of raising Guide Dogs for the Blind...I stay on the young and hopeful side of having a dog. There's a volunteer at Guide Dogs who fosters old or sick dogs, on their way out. I have a huge admiration for her. She loves each and every one of them.
Anyway...less I digress...
The link below is a well-written, terrific, three-hanky article about a man who loves his dog. Not at all schmaltzy! Kind of long but worth your time. Thanks to BC for sending it to me.
One Final Toss for the Dooze
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Great Escape
Do you remember the movie The Great Escape? With Steve McQueen?
It is one of our family's all time favorite movies.
So...last Saturday, I was putting grocery bags in the back of my car when I noticed the license plates of a car next to mine. It read POW.
I waited until the driver got out of the car and, because I am a nosy writer, I asked the woman if her husband had been a POW.
"Yes, he was," she said. "He was a pilot who was shot down. He ended up in a German prison camp for 2 1/2 years. It was the camp where they dug the underground tunnel."
What? The Great Escape? I asked her.
She nodded and said she was so glad that he didn't end up escaping with the others because no one made it (unlike in the movie, where Steve McQueen made a clean getaway on a motorcycle).
She said her husband refused to ever eat another boiled potato. She talked about how they had to hide the dirt from the tunnel, which was sand, so they figured out a way to put it in their pockets, then drop it carefully into the vegetable garden where another fellow quickly tilled it in.
I was just nonplussed--to think there was a local man who had that kind of story to tell! The ingenuity, determination, survival skills...those men were heroes.
She agreed.
I asked her if her husband ever shared his story.
"He did," she said, with a sad look on her face. "But he has Alzheimer's. He can't talk anymore and doesn't even remember that he was in the war."
She told me that coping with her husband's Alzheimer's is the hardest thing she has ever done.
I gave her my business card and I hope, hope, hope she will call.
It is one of our family's all time favorite movies.
So...last Saturday, I was putting grocery bags in the back of my car when I noticed the license plates of a car next to mine. It read POW.
I waited until the driver got out of the car and, because I am a nosy writer, I asked the woman if her husband had been a POW.
"Yes, he was," she said. "He was a pilot who was shot down. He ended up in a German prison camp for 2 1/2 years. It was the camp where they dug the underground tunnel."
What? The Great Escape? I asked her.
She nodded and said she was so glad that he didn't end up escaping with the others because no one made it (unlike in the movie, where Steve McQueen made a clean getaway on a motorcycle).
She said her husband refused to ever eat another boiled potato. She talked about how they had to hide the dirt from the tunnel, which was sand, so they figured out a way to put it in their pockets, then drop it carefully into the vegetable garden where another fellow quickly tilled it in.
I was just nonplussed--to think there was a local man who had that kind of story to tell! The ingenuity, determination, survival skills...those men were heroes.
She agreed.
I asked her if her husband ever shared his story.
"He did," she said, with a sad look on her face. "But he has Alzheimer's. He can't talk anymore and doesn't even remember that he was in the war."
She told me that coping with her husband's Alzheimer's is the hardest thing she has ever done.
I gave her my business card and I hope, hope, hope she will call.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Friday Feature: Author Cheri Crowell
Cheri Crowell is a speaker and writer. Her much requested Hello God, Is This Really You day seminars and weekend retreats formed the basis for her new book Direction: Discernment for the Decisions of Your Life.
Welcome, Cheri! Thanks for dropping by. Can you give me a little bit of information about your publishing history?
I began writing in 2000 after a 15 year career in youth and children’s ministry. After a rocky start (my first contract was withdrawn, leaving me to question this calling), I decided to become a magazine writer expert. I figured rejection would hurt less with articles I now realize God had given me a taste of success which would fuel me as I learned the publishing lay-of-the-land. Then, seven years later I was ready and He fulfilled my heart’s desire for a book.
When in the process of writing your book did you begin to look for a publisher?
I began with that dream, but tucked it away when the contract was withdrawn.
What struggles have you had on the road to being published?
I’ve already mentioned the contract issue, but more importantly, I’ve struggled with my own self-talk. I needed those seven years to really believe I had what it takes to carry the message- in a book and in my speaking.
What has been the best part about being published?
Hearing from readers that what you wrote helped them through a difficult time. On the funny side, it tickles me when I say to people I have a book published and when they ask with whom and I say “Beacon Hill” their eyes get big. Then I say, “Yes, I know, I did it the hard way.”
Will you share how you come up with ideas for your books?
My first book is about an issue I struggled with for years- knowing God’s will, or more to the point, how to discern God’s will. My second book (I’m awaiting a contract offer) came about because of my love of the Church and my heartache for those who view her as irrelevant. I believe we need to have passion for the subjects we write about.
Do you plan your stories first with an outline or does it come to you as write it?
LOL, all writers must begin with a skeleton outline as publishers need to know where we are going and if we have enough “there” for a book. However, there is a big difference between this sort of an outline and a detailed outline. When I was writing this book, I had fallen a bit behind and was fearful I’d not meet my deadline- a big mistake. So, I decided to try my hand at a detailed outline. I spent two days working on this outline- two days from writing. I then set about to write that chapter. Well, it didn’t take long before I was no where near my outline, but I liked what God and I were doing so I kept on writing. My chapter didn’t look anything like my outline, but I was happy with the end product. (I did meet my deadline after all.)
What do you want readers to remember and carry with them after reading your book?
That decision-making God’s Way is about a process; it’s not a hidden will we are to find. God loves us so much more than that. He wants you to grow in relationship with Him so much so that your will and His are the same. The six-question process my book reveals is a means for developing that intimate relationship.
What are your dreams for your writing?
I am blessed to be attending Asbury Theological Seminary where I’m earning a Masters in Theological Studies. My goal is to take the wonderful things I’m learning and translate that for the building up of the body of Christ.
What is the most valuable piece of advice you have been given/learned in your life as a writer?
Seek to serve and not to be served; writers write everyday; writers are readers; and the more you learn the more you know how much you need to learn.
What do you wish you had known when you first started out as a writer for publication?
That the writing journey is just that- a journey and the relationships you begin when you first start out are ones you’ll carry with you for life. Therefore, every person you meet is worthy of your time and attention.
Has it been a bumpy ride to becoming a published author or has it been pretty well smooth sailing?
In some ways it was bumpy, and at the time it felt downright pot-holed. But looking back I can see how I was saved from the monster of defeat. That monster steals more dreams than rocky roads.
For this particular book, how long did it take from the time you signed the contract to its release?
I was an unusual case. It was 13 months. My publisher had an opening in their pub schedule and asked if I could meet their deadlines. If I could I had a contract. “Of course,” was my answer.
Do you have an agent and, if so, would you mind sharing who he/she is? If not, have you ever had an agent or do you even feel it’s necessary to have one?
My agent is Les Stobbe, a giant in the publishing industry. I got him by accident; I wasn’t looking for an agent. I had a proposal I couldn’t get interest in and so I submitted it at a writers’ conference to be examined by an expert. Les was the expert who received my proposal and he like it and offered me a contract.
If money was no object, what would be the first thing you would invest in to promote your book?
A publicist. I received a scholarship for a six-month contract with Kathy Carlton Willis. She has been a blessing. I’ve tripled my output working with her and will find a way to hire her for the next book release.
How important do you think self-promotion is and in what ways have you been promoting your book offline and online?
I planned and executed my own book tour, speaking in churches and doing book-signings. I increased my speaking to promote the book, and I’ve written numerous articles tying themes from the book to current events.
Where can readers find a copy of your book?
My website www.DirectionAndDiscernment.com, Amazon.com, Christianbook.com, and your local Christian bookstores.
Thanks, Cheri!
Welcome, Cheri! Thanks for dropping by. Can you give me a little bit of information about your publishing history?
I began writing in 2000 after a 15 year career in youth and children’s ministry. After a rocky start (my first contract was withdrawn, leaving me to question this calling), I decided to become a magazine writer expert. I figured rejection would hurt less with articles I now realize God had given me a taste of success which would fuel me as I learned the publishing lay-of-the-land. Then, seven years later I was ready and He fulfilled my heart’s desire for a book.
When in the process of writing your book did you begin to look for a publisher?
I began with that dream, but tucked it away when the contract was withdrawn.
What struggles have you had on the road to being published?
I’ve already mentioned the contract issue, but more importantly, I’ve struggled with my own self-talk. I needed those seven years to really believe I had what it takes to carry the message- in a book and in my speaking.
What has been the best part about being published?
Hearing from readers that what you wrote helped them through a difficult time. On the funny side, it tickles me when I say to people I have a book published and when they ask with whom and I say “Beacon Hill” their eyes get big. Then I say, “Yes, I know, I did it the hard way.”
Will you share how you come up with ideas for your books?
My first book is about an issue I struggled with for years- knowing God’s will, or more to the point, how to discern God’s will. My second book (I’m awaiting a contract offer) came about because of my love of the Church and my heartache for those who view her as irrelevant. I believe we need to have passion for the subjects we write about.
Do you plan your stories first with an outline or does it come to you as write it?
LOL, all writers must begin with a skeleton outline as publishers need to know where we are going and if we have enough “there” for a book. However, there is a big difference between this sort of an outline and a detailed outline. When I was writing this book, I had fallen a bit behind and was fearful I’d not meet my deadline- a big mistake. So, I decided to try my hand at a detailed outline. I spent two days working on this outline- two days from writing. I then set about to write that chapter. Well, it didn’t take long before I was no where near my outline, but I liked what God and I were doing so I kept on writing. My chapter didn’t look anything like my outline, but I was happy with the end product. (I did meet my deadline after all.)
What do you want readers to remember and carry with them after reading your book?
That decision-making God’s Way is about a process; it’s not a hidden will we are to find. God loves us so much more than that. He wants you to grow in relationship with Him so much so that your will and His are the same. The six-question process my book reveals is a means for developing that intimate relationship.
What are your dreams for your writing?
I am blessed to be attending Asbury Theological Seminary where I’m earning a Masters in Theological Studies. My goal is to take the wonderful things I’m learning and translate that for the building up of the body of Christ.
What is the most valuable piece of advice you have been given/learned in your life as a writer?
Seek to serve and not to be served; writers write everyday; writers are readers; and the more you learn the more you know how much you need to learn.
What do you wish you had known when you first started out as a writer for publication?
That the writing journey is just that- a journey and the relationships you begin when you first start out are ones you’ll carry with you for life. Therefore, every person you meet is worthy of your time and attention.
Has it been a bumpy ride to becoming a published author or has it been pretty well smooth sailing?
In some ways it was bumpy, and at the time it felt downright pot-holed. But looking back I can see how I was saved from the monster of defeat. That monster steals more dreams than rocky roads.
For this particular book, how long did it take from the time you signed the contract to its release?
I was an unusual case. It was 13 months. My publisher had an opening in their pub schedule and asked if I could meet their deadlines. If I could I had a contract. “Of course,” was my answer.
Do you have an agent and, if so, would you mind sharing who he/she is? If not, have you ever had an agent or do you even feel it’s necessary to have one?
My agent is Les Stobbe, a giant in the publishing industry. I got him by accident; I wasn’t looking for an agent. I had a proposal I couldn’t get interest in and so I submitted it at a writers’ conference to be examined by an expert. Les was the expert who received my proposal and he like it and offered me a contract.
If money was no object, what would be the first thing you would invest in to promote your book?
A publicist. I received a scholarship for a six-month contract with Kathy Carlton Willis. She has been a blessing. I’ve tripled my output working with her and will find a way to hire her for the next book release.
How important do you think self-promotion is and in what ways have you been promoting your book offline and online?
I planned and executed my own book tour, speaking in churches and doing book-signings. I increased my speaking to promote the book, and I’ve written numerous articles tying themes from the book to current events.
Where can readers find a copy of your book?
My website www.DirectionAndDiscernment.com, Amazon.com, Christianbook.com, and your local Christian bookstores.
Thanks, Cheri!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Gender Wiring
A study of preschoolers found that 100% of girls' vocabulary were discernible words.
60% of boys' vocabulary were discernible words.
The remaining 40% of preschool boys' language was...noise!
Guns, fire engines, machines, truck and cars.
Another study found that women have 50,000 words per day.
Men have 10,000.
But...we didn't really need a fancy study to tell us what we already knew, did we?
60% of boys' vocabulary were discernible words.
The remaining 40% of preschool boys' language was...noise!
Guns, fire engines, machines, truck and cars.
Another study found that women have 50,000 words per day.
Men have 10,000.
But...we didn't really need a fancy study to tell us what we already knew, did we?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Gender of a Computer
Heard this story in church yesterday...
An English teacher was explaining to his students the concept of gender identification and how it originated in the English language. He explained that hurricanes were named for women; ships and planes were referred to as "she."
A student asked, "What gender are computers?" The teacher didn't know, so he decided to let the class decide. The males went in one room to deliberate; the females in another.
The women returned with four reasons to refer to a computer as a male:
1) Computers have lots of data but are still clueless.
2) To get a computer's attention, you have to push the right buttons.
3) Computers are supposed to help you solve the problem, but half the time, they are the problem.
4) As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had just waited a little longer, you could have had a better model.
The men concluded that the computer should be referred to as a female:
1) No one but the creator understands their internal logic.
2) The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.
3) Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for later retrieval.
4) As soon as you commit to one, you find you're spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
An English teacher was explaining to his students the concept of gender identification and how it originated in the English language. He explained that hurricanes were named for women; ships and planes were referred to as "she."
A student asked, "What gender are computers?" The teacher didn't know, so he decided to let the class decide. The males went in one room to deliberate; the females in another.
The women returned with four reasons to refer to a computer as a male:
1) Computers have lots of data but are still clueless.
2) To get a computer's attention, you have to push the right buttons.
3) Computers are supposed to help you solve the problem, but half the time, they are the problem.
4) As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had just waited a little longer, you could have had a better model.
The men concluded that the computer should be referred to as a female:
1) No one but the creator understands their internal logic.
2) The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.
3) Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for later retrieval.
4) As soon as you commit to one, you find you're spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Conversations with Dad
Dad was moved last week from a single room to a double in the facility where he's living. He was hardly ever in his room and the change will save a substantial amount of money each month. For now, Dad doesn't even have a roommate.
My mom and sister were emptying out Dad's closet to take his clothes to the new room. Much of his wardrobe had "gone missing," which is not that unusual in a dementia unit.
In the back of Dad's closet, Mom found a lovely evening gown. "Oh my," Mom wondered. "I wonder to whom this belongs?"
"I'll bet it's from the dress up box in the TV room," my sister answered.
So they took the evening gown back to the dress up box and there, they found some of Dad's missing clothes.
So so sad...but you have to laugh!
My mom and sister were emptying out Dad's closet to take his clothes to the new room. Much of his wardrobe had "gone missing," which is not that unusual in a dementia unit.
In the back of Dad's closet, Mom found a lovely evening gown. "Oh my," Mom wondered. "I wonder to whom this belongs?"
"I'll bet it's from the dress up box in the TV room," my sister answered.
So they took the evening gown back to the dress up box and there, they found some of Dad's missing clothes.
So so sad...but you have to laugh!
Monday, February 09, 2009
Passenger's Story from the Miracle on the Hudson
Did you happen to see Capt. Sully on 60 Minutes last night? Such an amazing story.
This was sent to me by my friend Lee--it's a write-up by one of the grateful passengers on that US Airways flight. Capt. Sully gets so much of the focus--as well he should--but it's interesting to hear the perspective of the other 155 passengers on that plane. At the end, he wrote up four life lessons he learned.
I was scheduled for a 5PM departure, but able to secure a seat on the earlier flight scheduled to leave at 3PM. As many of us who fly frequently often do, I recall wondering if I'd just placed myself on a flight I shouldn't be on!
Just prior to boarding I finished up a conference call with my associate, Jenn Sparks (New York), and our placement, the CIO of United Airlines. When I told him that I was about to board a US Airways flight, we all had a little fun with it.
I remember walking on the plane and seeing a fellow with grey hair in the cockpit and thinking "that's a good thing... I like to see grey hair in the cockpit!"
I was seated in 8F, on the starboard side window and next to a young business man. The New York to Charlotte flight is one I've taken what seems like hundreds of times over the years. We take off north over the Bronx and as we climb, turn west over the Hudson River to NewJersey and tack south. I love to fly, always have, and this flight plan gives a great view of several NY landmarks including Yankee Stadium and the George Washington Bridge.
I had started to point out items of interest to the gentleman next to me when we heard a terrible crash - a sound no one ever wants to hear while flying - and then the engines wound down to a screeching halt. 10 seconds later, there was a strong smell of jet fuel. I knew we would be landing and thought the pilot would take us down no doubt toNewark Airport. As we began to turn south I noticed the pilot lining up on the river still - I thought - en route for Newark.
Next thing we heard was "Brace for impact!" - a phrase I had heard many years before as an active duty Marine Officer but never before on a commercial air flight.
Everyone looked at each other in shock. It all happened so fast we were astonished!
We began to descend rapidly and it started to sink in. This is the last flight. I'm going to die today. This is it. I recited my favorite bible verse, the Lord's Prayer, and asked God to take care of my wife, children, family and friends.
When I raised my head I noticed people texting their friends and family….getting off a last message. My blackberry was turned off and in my trouser pocket…no time to get at it. Our descent continued and I prayed for courage to control my fear and help if able.
I quickly realized that one of two things was going to happen, neither of them good. We could hit by the nose, flip and break up, leaving few if any survivors, bodies, cold water, fuel. Or we could hit one of the wings and roll and flip with the same result. I tightened my seat belt as tight as I could possibly get it so I would remain intact..
As we came in for the landing, I looked out the windows and remember seeing the buildings in New Jersey, the cliffs in Weehawken, and then the piers. The water was dark green and sure to be freezing cold. The stewardesses were yelling in unison "Brace! Brace! Brace!"
It was a violent hit - the water flew up over my window - but we bobbed up and were all amazed that we remained intact.
There was some panic - people jumping over seats and running towards the doors, but we soon got everyone straightened out and calmed down. There were a lot of people that took leadership roles in little ways. Those sitting at the doors over the wing did a fantastic job…they were opened in a New York second! Everyone worked together - teamed up and in groups to figure out how to help each other.
I exited on the starboard side of the plane, 3 or 4 rows behind my seat through a door over the wing and was, I believe, the 10th or 12th person out. I took my seat cushion as a flotation device and once outside saw I was the only one who did….none of us remembered to take the yellow inflatable life vests from under the seat.
We were standing in 6-8 inches of water and it was freezing. There were two women on the wing, one of whom slipped off into the water. Another passenger and I pulled her back on and had her kneel down to keep from falling off again. By that point we were totally soaked and absolutely frozen from the icy wind.
The ferries were the first to arrive, and although they're not made for rescue, they did an incredible job. I know this river, having swum in it as a boy. The Hudson is an estuary - part salt and part fresh water - and moves with the tide. I could tell the tide was moving out
because we were tacking slowly south towards Ellis Island, The Statue of Liberty, and The Battery.
The first ferry boat pulled its bow up to the tip of the wing, and the first mate lowered the Jacobs ladder down to us. We got a couple people up the ladder to safety, but the current was strong pushing the stern of the boat into the inflatable slide and we were afraid it
would puncture it…there must have been 25 passengers in it by now. Only two or three were able to board the first ferry before it moved away.
Another ferry came up, and we were able to get the woman that had fallen into the water on the ladder, but she just couldn't move her legs and fell off. Back onto the ladder she went; however, the ferry had to back away because of the swift current. A helicopter arrived on station (nearly blowing us all off the wing) and followed the ferry with the woman on the ladder. We lost view of the situation but I believe the helicopter lowered its basket to rescue her.
As more ferries arrived, we were able to get people up on the boats a few at a time. The fellow in front of me fell off the ladder and into the water. When we got him back on the ladder he could not move his legs to climb. I couldn't help him from my position so I climbed up the ladder to the ferry deck where the first mate and I hoisted the Jacobs ladder with him on it…when he got close enough we grabbed his trouser belt and hauled him on deck. We were all safely off the wing.
We could not stop shaking. Uncontrollable shaking. The only thing I had with me was my blackberry, which had gotten wet and was not working. (It started working again a few hours later).
The ferry took us to the Weehawken Terminal in NJ where I borrowed a phone and called my wife to let her know I was okay. The second call I made was to Jenn. I knew she would be worried about me and could communicate to the rest of the firm that I was fine.. At the terminal, first responders assessed everyone's condition and sent people to the hospital as needed. As we pulled out of Weehawken my history kicked in and I recall it was the site of the famous duel between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr in 1804. Thankfully I left town in better condition than Mr. Hamilton who died of a mortal wound the next day! I stayed with my sister on Long Island that evening, then flew ho me the next day.
I am struck by what was truly a miracle. Had this happened a few hours later, it would have been pitch dark and much harder to land. Ferries would no longer have been running after rush hour and it would not have been the same uplifting story. Surely there would have been fatalities, hypothermia, an absolute disaster!
I witnessed the best of humanity that day. I and everyone on that plane survived and have been given a second chance. It struck me that in our work we continuously seek excellence to solve our client's leadership problems. We talk to clients all the time about the importance of experience and the ability to execute. Experience showed up big time on Flight 1549 as our pilot was a dedicated, trained, experienced professional who executed flawlessly when he had to.
I have received scores of emails from across the firm and I am so grateful for the outpouring of interest and concern. We all fly a great deal or work with someone who does and so I wanted to share this story - the story of a miracle. I am thankful to be here to tell the tale.
There is a great deal to be learned including: Why has this happened to me? Why have I survived and what am I supposed to do with this gift? For me, the answers to these questions and more will come over time, but already I find myself being more patient and forgiving, less critical and judgmental.
For now I have 4 lessons I would like to share:
1. Cherish your families as never before and go to great lengths to keep your promises.
2. Be thankful and grateful for everything you have and don't worry about the things you don't have.
3. Keep in shape. You never know when you'll be called upon to save your own life, or help someone else save theirs.
4. When you fly, wear practical clothing. You never know when you'll end up in an emergency or on an icy wing in flip flops and pajamas and of absolutely no use to yourself or anyone else.
This was sent to me by my friend Lee--it's a write-up by one of the grateful passengers on that US Airways flight. Capt. Sully gets so much of the focus--as well he should--but it's interesting to hear the perspective of the other 155 passengers on that plane. At the end, he wrote up four life lessons he learned.
I was scheduled for a 5PM departure, but able to secure a seat on the earlier flight scheduled to leave at 3PM. As many of us who fly frequently often do, I recall wondering if I'd just placed myself on a flight I shouldn't be on!
Just prior to boarding I finished up a conference call with my associate, Jenn Sparks (New York), and our placement, the CIO of United Airlines. When I told him that I was about to board a US Airways flight, we all had a little fun with it.
I remember walking on the plane and seeing a fellow with grey hair in the cockpit and thinking "that's a good thing... I like to see grey hair in the cockpit!"
I was seated in 8F, on the starboard side window and next to a young business man. The New York to Charlotte flight is one I've taken what seems like hundreds of times over the years. We take off north over the Bronx and as we climb, turn west over the Hudson River to NewJersey and tack south. I love to fly, always have, and this flight plan gives a great view of several NY landmarks including Yankee Stadium and the George Washington Bridge.
I had started to point out items of interest to the gentleman next to me when we heard a terrible crash - a sound no one ever wants to hear while flying - and then the engines wound down to a screeching halt. 10 seconds later, there was a strong smell of jet fuel. I knew we would be landing and thought the pilot would take us down no doubt toNewark Airport. As we began to turn south I noticed the pilot lining up on the river still - I thought - en route for Newark.
Next thing we heard was "Brace for impact!" - a phrase I had heard many years before as an active duty Marine Officer but never before on a commercial air flight.
Everyone looked at each other in shock. It all happened so fast we were astonished!
We began to descend rapidly and it started to sink in. This is the last flight. I'm going to die today. This is it. I recited my favorite bible verse, the Lord's Prayer, and asked God to take care of my wife, children, family and friends.
When I raised my head I noticed people texting their friends and family….getting off a last message. My blackberry was turned off and in my trouser pocket…no time to get at it. Our descent continued and I prayed for courage to control my fear and help if able.
I quickly realized that one of two things was going to happen, neither of them good. We could hit by the nose, flip and break up, leaving few if any survivors, bodies, cold water, fuel. Or we could hit one of the wings and roll and flip with the same result. I tightened my seat belt as tight as I could possibly get it so I would remain intact..
As we came in for the landing, I looked out the windows and remember seeing the buildings in New Jersey, the cliffs in Weehawken, and then the piers. The water was dark green and sure to be freezing cold. The stewardesses were yelling in unison "Brace! Brace! Brace!"
It was a violent hit - the water flew up over my window - but we bobbed up and were all amazed that we remained intact.
There was some panic - people jumping over seats and running towards the doors, but we soon got everyone straightened out and calmed down. There were a lot of people that took leadership roles in little ways. Those sitting at the doors over the wing did a fantastic job…they were opened in a New York second! Everyone worked together - teamed up and in groups to figure out how to help each other.
I exited on the starboard side of the plane, 3 or 4 rows behind my seat through a door over the wing and was, I believe, the 10th or 12th person out. I took my seat cushion as a flotation device and once outside saw I was the only one who did….none of us remembered to take the yellow inflatable life vests from under the seat.
We were standing in 6-8 inches of water and it was freezing. There were two women on the wing, one of whom slipped off into the water. Another passenger and I pulled her back on and had her kneel down to keep from falling off again. By that point we were totally soaked and absolutely frozen from the icy wind.
The ferries were the first to arrive, and although they're not made for rescue, they did an incredible job. I know this river, having swum in it as a boy. The Hudson is an estuary - part salt and part fresh water - and moves with the tide. I could tell the tide was moving out
because we were tacking slowly south towards Ellis Island, The Statue of Liberty, and The Battery.
The first ferry boat pulled its bow up to the tip of the wing, and the first mate lowered the Jacobs ladder down to us. We got a couple people up the ladder to safety, but the current was strong pushing the stern of the boat into the inflatable slide and we were afraid it
would puncture it…there must have been 25 passengers in it by now. Only two or three were able to board the first ferry before it moved away.
Another ferry came up, and we were able to get the woman that had fallen into the water on the ladder, but she just couldn't move her legs and fell off. Back onto the ladder she went; however, the ferry had to back away because of the swift current. A helicopter arrived on station (nearly blowing us all off the wing) and followed the ferry with the woman on the ladder. We lost view of the situation but I believe the helicopter lowered its basket to rescue her.
As more ferries arrived, we were able to get people up on the boats a few at a time. The fellow in front of me fell off the ladder and into the water. When we got him back on the ladder he could not move his legs to climb. I couldn't help him from my position so I climbed up the ladder to the ferry deck where the first mate and I hoisted the Jacobs ladder with him on it…when he got close enough we grabbed his trouser belt and hauled him on deck. We were all safely off the wing.
We could not stop shaking. Uncontrollable shaking. The only thing I had with me was my blackberry, which had gotten wet and was not working. (It started working again a few hours later).
The ferry took us to the Weehawken Terminal in NJ where I borrowed a phone and called my wife to let her know I was okay. The second call I made was to Jenn. I knew she would be worried about me and could communicate to the rest of the firm that I was fine.. At the terminal, first responders assessed everyone's condition and sent people to the hospital as needed. As we pulled out of Weehawken my history kicked in and I recall it was the site of the famous duel between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr in 1804. Thankfully I left town in better condition than Mr. Hamilton who died of a mortal wound the next day! I stayed with my sister on Long Island that evening, then flew ho me the next day.
I am struck by what was truly a miracle. Had this happened a few hours later, it would have been pitch dark and much harder to land. Ferries would no longer have been running after rush hour and it would not have been the same uplifting story. Surely there would have been fatalities, hypothermia, an absolute disaster!
I witnessed the best of humanity that day. I and everyone on that plane survived and have been given a second chance. It struck me that in our work we continuously seek excellence to solve our client's leadership problems. We talk to clients all the time about the importance of experience and the ability to execute. Experience showed up big time on Flight 1549 as our pilot was a dedicated, trained, experienced professional who executed flawlessly when he had to.
I have received scores of emails from across the firm and I am so grateful for the outpouring of interest and concern. We all fly a great deal or work with someone who does and so I wanted to share this story - the story of a miracle. I am thankful to be here to tell the tale.
There is a great deal to be learned including: Why has this happened to me? Why have I survived and what am I supposed to do with this gift? For me, the answers to these questions and more will come over time, but already I find myself being more patient and forgiving, less critical and judgmental.
For now I have 4 lessons I would like to share:
1. Cherish your families as never before and go to great lengths to keep your promises.
2. Be thankful and grateful for everything you have and don't worry about the things you don't have.
3. Keep in shape. You never know when you'll be called upon to save your own life, or help someone else save theirs.
4. When you fly, wear practical clothing. You never know when you'll end up in an emergency or on an icy wing in flip flops and pajamas and of absolutely no use to yourself or anyone else.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
New Magazine on the Block
In last week's Wall Street Journal, a story ran about the debut of a new quarterly magazine: Purpose Driven Connection, founded by Pastor Rick Warren and funded by Reader's Digest Association.
Even though the economic downturn has created a tough climate to launch a magazine, Rick Warren is a headliner. If you aren't familiar with the phenomenally successful book Purpose Driven Life, you might recognize his name as the giver of President Obama's Inaugural Prayer.
One thing I loved about Pastor Warren's prayer was his remark that Jesus Christ changed his life. A simple but profound testimony...to an entire world.
WSJ states that there are an estimated 100 million evangelical Christians in the U.S. alone. A quote from the article: "Mr. Warren, whose message emphasizes deeds over doctrine, says his book's success shows there is a huge audience of people with some connection to Christianity, or at least a willingness to embrace it."
Encouraging news!
As one of those 100 million, I hope the best for this new magazine.
Even though the economic downturn has created a tough climate to launch a magazine, Rick Warren is a headliner. If you aren't familiar with the phenomenally successful book Purpose Driven Life, you might recognize his name as the giver of President Obama's Inaugural Prayer.
One thing I loved about Pastor Warren's prayer was his remark that Jesus Christ changed his life. A simple but profound testimony...to an entire world.
WSJ states that there are an estimated 100 million evangelical Christians in the U.S. alone. A quote from the article: "Mr. Warren, whose message emphasizes deeds over doctrine, says his book's success shows there is a huge audience of people with some connection to Christianity, or at least a willingness to embrace it."
Encouraging news!
As one of those 100 million, I hope the best for this new magazine.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Just in case you're not a fan of telemarketing...
My brother passed this on to me...and I'm passing it on to you. Feel free to forward the info.
I called this number yesterday to block my cell phone...it really only takes a minute, but you do need to call from each family member's cell phone.
REMEMBER: Cell Phone Numbers Go Public Next Month.
REMINDER.... all cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sale calls.
.... YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS
To prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone:
888-382-1222
It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It will only take a minute of your time. It blocks your number for five (5) years. You must call from the cell phone number you want to have blocked. You cannot call from a different phone number.
I called this number yesterday to block my cell phone...it really only takes a minute, but you do need to call from each family member's cell phone.
REMEMBER: Cell Phone Numbers Go Public Next Month.
REMINDER.... all cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sale calls.
.... YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS
To prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone:
888-382-1222
It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It will only take a minute of your time. It blocks your number for five (5) years. You must call from the cell phone number you want to have blocked. You cannot call from a different phone number.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Husbands & Cookies
Homemade chocolate chip cookies are a staple in our home, like milk and eggs and cereal.
Give me 45 minutes and I will give you a warm-from-the-oven, award-winning chocolate chip cookie. I bake them so often that I don't need a recipe. Kind of like those two weird scientists who have memorized the Coca-Cola recipe...my killer cookie recipe is embedded in my brain.
Last Saturday night, my husband decided to bake a batch, ALL BY HIMSELF. Now, he is a very successful executive at a fortune 500 company...but I can only remember him making cookies one other time. The year was 1987. I was newly pregnant with our third child and couldn't stand the thought of any food. He doubled the butter in the cookies and they ended up looking as flat as pancakes. Flatter than pancakes. More like crepes.
So, twenty years later, I was very encouraged to see him try again.
I only stopped him when he started to add three tablespoons of baking powder when the recipe called for three teaspoons of baking soda. Other than that, I didn't interfere.
It took him two hours to make the batter. Then, he set the oven timer for 12 hours instead of 12 minutes. Somehow, even with an oven mitt, he burnt himself. He yelped like a coyote whose leg was caught in a trap.
But, three hours and sixteen dirty dishes later, Steve baked some cookies that were...pretty darn good!
And those sixteen dishes are still in the sink.
Give me 45 minutes and I will give you a warm-from-the-oven, award-winning chocolate chip cookie. I bake them so often that I don't need a recipe. Kind of like those two weird scientists who have memorized the Coca-Cola recipe...my killer cookie recipe is embedded in my brain.
Last Saturday night, my husband decided to bake a batch, ALL BY HIMSELF. Now, he is a very successful executive at a fortune 500 company...but I can only remember him making cookies one other time. The year was 1987. I was newly pregnant with our third child and couldn't stand the thought of any food. He doubled the butter in the cookies and they ended up looking as flat as pancakes. Flatter than pancakes. More like crepes.
So, twenty years later, I was very encouraged to see him try again.
I only stopped him when he started to add three tablespoons of baking powder when the recipe called for three teaspoons of baking soda. Other than that, I didn't interfere.
It took him two hours to make the batter. Then, he set the oven timer for 12 hours instead of 12 minutes. Somehow, even with an oven mitt, he burnt himself. He yelped like a coyote whose leg was caught in a trap.
But, three hours and sixteen dirty dishes later, Steve baked some cookies that were...pretty darn good!
And those sixteen dishes are still in the sink.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Superbowl XXXXXXXVVVVVVVVIII
I did my best to watch the Superbowl.
The Superbowl has jumped to near holiday status--a hugely patriotic event--and food is a primary focus. Grocery stores were as crowded as they were right before Thanksgiving.
But Superbowls have a knack for being the most boring game of the entire year. The teams are just too evenly matched and it ends up being a game of defense vs. defense. The commercials always end up being the best reason to watch.
Loved this one!
The Clydesdale commercials are always great, too, but, unlike 99% of Superbowl viewers, I'm not a beer drinker.
So, in between commercials, the game lived up to its predictable course. Low scoring. Bodies piling up. And sadly, Kurt Warner's team trailing behind. (I'm a fan of Kurt Warner, a committed Christian with a very cool rags to riches story.)
After half-time, I gave up and walked my dog in the beautiful (and I mean beautiful! like a July morning) California sunshine. I know there are plenty of women who love football...admirable women who can talk stats and plays, but I passed dozens of women walking, with or without dogs.
Did you ever wonder why a football was given the name "pigskin?" It's because it was once made up of a pig bladder. Hence the name...pigskin. Ick.
No wonder I prefer tennis.
The Superbowl has jumped to near holiday status--a hugely patriotic event--and food is a primary focus. Grocery stores were as crowded as they were right before Thanksgiving.
But Superbowls have a knack for being the most boring game of the entire year. The teams are just too evenly matched and it ends up being a game of defense vs. defense. The commercials always end up being the best reason to watch.
Loved this one!
The Clydesdale commercials are always great, too, but, unlike 99% of Superbowl viewers, I'm not a beer drinker.
So, in between commercials, the game lived up to its predictable course. Low scoring. Bodies piling up. And sadly, Kurt Warner's team trailing behind. (I'm a fan of Kurt Warner, a committed Christian with a very cool rags to riches story.)
After half-time, I gave up and walked my dog in the beautiful (and I mean beautiful! like a July morning) California sunshine. I know there are plenty of women who love football...admirable women who can talk stats and plays, but I passed dozens of women walking, with or without dogs.
Did you ever wonder why a football was given the name "pigskin?" It's because it was once made up of a pig bladder. Hence the name...pigskin. Ick.
No wonder I prefer tennis.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
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