Monthly Archives: June 2015

Why would you give?

When I first started talking about the idea for the #whatwouldyougive campaign, it was met with a lot of enthusiasm. The only hesitation that people seemed to have was that it was a little depressing. Would anyone want to give up an ability for a day, or even for an hour? Why would someone want to spend (waste?) their time in that way?

These were good questions. Our previous fundraisers have been bike rides and walks, activities that people could train for, things that they could feel good about. And even though I had fun at the first bike ride we did, it didn’t escape my attention that we were all gathering to participate in an activity that wasn’t possible for me. One group, including my husband and many other friends, road 100 miles. It took them 8 hours. So they spent the day together, biking through the gorgeous Napa Valley, while I stayed back at our tent, meeting people and hanging out with other amazing friends, some who had traveled across the country to join our effort. I have no complaints. But I wanted to create a fundraiser that raised more awareness about the realities of ALS.

When I talked to friends about it, I acknowledged that it’s easier (or at least more fun) to train for a bike ride or run. I understood that they might think they couldn’t do this for a few hours, or for an entire day. But that is exactly the point. ALS doesn’t care what’s convenient. It doesn’t care if the timing works for you. Right now I’m dictating this blog into a headset, and it’s hard (my first effort at that sentence resulted in “Right now I’m defeating the slot into a headset.”) I’m supposed to read as though I’m an anchorwoman, reporting the evening news. Read More>

Writing

In exciting news, I was recently privileged to have an essay published in Redbook Magazine. I don’t have a link to share yet, but I will come back and update this post as soon as I have one. Redbook likes their magazine to be in full circulation before they start posting free articles. Crazy business people. So feel free to go out and buy one! The bonus there is that you can also read another article they published, entitled “Frosty, Boozy, Easy Treats.” Who’s in?

I have always wanted to be a published writer. I’ve had ideas for years about the stories and essays I wanted to craft, and visions of a computer, a coffee cup, and a killer view as I worked (and made actual money) doing the thing I’ve loved to do for as long as I can remember.

As a kid, I played that board game Life, the one where you pick from five different possible careers, and I swear I thought those five were the only careers in existence. Actor, writer, teacher, lawyer, doctor. I suppose I knew there were also farmers and video store employees out there, but that never seemed like the life for me when I was 8 years old and signing my name all over my white bedroom furniture with a pencil, in hopes that I would one day be famous and the wooden boards would be worth something. I was not yet acquainted with the concept of hubris. Or, apparently, with how pencil erasers work. Read More>

Dad’s Day

On Saturday, Rob asked me not to make a big deal out of Father’s Day. I didn’t totally understand what this meant—no billboards?—but I tried to keep things chill yesterday by having a slight relapse in my pneumonia symptoms and sleeping all afternoon. Rob took Scarlett and some other visiting family members to the beach, while I stayed home with my own Dad.

So I think I can safely say that not only did I NOT make a big deal out of Father’s Day, I barely acknowledged the fact that it was a day at all. We did give him gifts, does that make things a little better?

I think that maybe one of the things my very private husband meant when he made his Father’s Day decree was that I shouldn’t feel it necessary to blog about him and his Dadness this week. But that is just too bad. This is a guy who works all day at a very demanding job, comes home, serves dinner, cleans it all up, bathes Scarlett, gets her ready for bed, and then when he is finally ready to relax for the night, has to help me with…everything.

Rob is a great Dad. A few months ago, I asked Scarlett to give me one word to describe him, and the word she chose was “Batman.” Read More>