Three Excellent Personal Growth Books to Gift a Badass Mom
This article contains affiliate links. Not all moms are created equal. Some are hardcore, discipline-oriented tiger moms; some are the easy-peasy, “let’s-just-order pizza for dinner again” type. But no matter if your mom is a pizza giver or a broccoli pusher, once us kids are out of the house is time for mom to recharge and reframe. And as adults, we can’t really get away with making some macaroni art as a mother’s day gift and call it a day. There comes a time when we go from dependent subordinates to equal contributors to the relationship, and we have the opportunity to become a positive influence on that person's life.
Are You Really Happy? Maybe is Time to Reconsider the Company You Keep.
“You are the average of the five people with whom you spend the most time.” I found that quote in the book “What if It All Goes Right,” by my friend and teacher Mendhi Audlin. The first time I read it, I felt like crying. You see, much as I love my friends, I did not want to be them. One put a lot of pressure on herself to get married, and now was continually complaining about her husband, even though the guy is exactly the same man he was as a boyfriend. Another caught herself responding to a Facebook post with “men are shit,” and it hit her that she was single for a reason. A third one got a second DUI but refused to assume any responsibility about it, blaming an empty stomach and racist neighbors for the police pulling her over. Shit. Until that moment, I had been pretty assured about my friends because they are academically smart, highly educated women. And yet, none consider themselves happy.
The One Easy Thing you must do Before Buying a House
When I look back a few years, I remember the feeling: disheartening, guilt, fear. I was forty, and yet, I had not acquired the most important adulthood badge: homeownership. As a single mother on a fixed income, the dream crumbled in front of my eyes. I went to the bank, hoping that an FHA loan would allow me to buy a house. That day I went back home and cried my eyes out: I could not afford to buy a house, not even with the most affordable of loans. I had no money for a downpayment, even for one as low as the FHA loan required. I couldn’t understand why even though I never failed to make a rent payment in my life, I was considered unworthy of buying my own house.
How To Win A Grammy As Told By A Winner
Antea Birchett is everything a woman should be: smart, strong, beautiful, and accomplished, a force to be reckoned with. Her songwriting and licensing career include songs for A-List stars and Top 40 performers: Beyoncé, Justin Bieber, Jennifer Lopez, Mary J Blige, Ciara, Mary Mary, Vanessa Bell Amstrong, Candice Glover, Teyana Taylor, Keke Palmer. In 2019 she won a Grammy Award for the song Gone Away by H.E.R. As a music instructor, she has couched the stars of TV shows and Broadway productions like Ryan Destiny (Grown-ish, Star) and Jawan Jackson (Motown). I met Antea a few years ago when she was a songwriting instructor for the Detroit Institute of Music Education. She was tough as nails but also incredibly generous with her students. She demanded as much of them as she does of herself, and it paid off. Her most dedicated pupils blossomed into professional songwriters with a bright future ahead of them.
Tell me, dear one, I beg you Open your heart, tell me the truth Are you rosy, bright as dawn? Or are you truly, deeply blue?
In Defense of Madonna's 80s Style.
It was 1988, and MTV was all the rage. Music videos gave us a whole other perspective of what looking cool meant. There was Cindy Lauper, with her spiked, orange hair with one side shaved and long skirts with petticoats. Joan Jett, with all black leather and a mean attitude. But more than anything, I wanted to look like Madonna. Her short bob curls tied up with bandanas were the most awesomest-awesome thing I had ever seen. I loved her hundreds of bracelets, the infinity necklaces that made crucifixes look cool, and above all, the way she would wear layers and layers of clothes and still look sexy.
A Ship of Fools.
My hands hurt from the sharp cold of this October dawn and from holding tight onto my scythe for dear life. When I say for dear life, I mean it in a literal way: the grim ripper tool is the only thing standing between my humanity and an undead existence. Or should I say what is left of my humanity? I can feel it disintegrating, shading off, dissolving into oblivion. Maybe that is why I volunteer to stand guard here, on the river’s edge. Who in their right mind would stand here willingly? Knowing what’s coming, only madness can explain my resolute stance as I guard the port.
Food For Dreams
“I’m sending you some take-out. What do you want?” “Uhm, I don’t know, wings?” “What kind girl? Just tell me what you want!”