Category Archives: Life leaps

Children Will Listen

Children Will Listen

It is not lost on me.

My youngest daughter is playing the role of the Witch in her high school musical, Into the Woods. I’ve just finished a book anchored in the fact that our children don’t pay attention to their parents. Good art tells truth more deeply than reality. Here are the lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Treat yourself, and go to YouTube to hear them with their haunting melody.

Careful the things you say,
Children will listen.
Careful the things you do,
Children will see.
And learn.
Children may not obey,
But children will listen.
Children will look to you
For which way to turn,
To learn what to be.
Careful before you say,
“Listen to me.”
Children will listen.

Careful the wish you make,
Wishes are children.
Careful the path they take,
Wishes come true,
Not free.
Careful the spell you cast,
Not just on children.
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you…

Careful the tale you tell.
That is the spell.
Children will listen.

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stART with ‘hello’

stART with ‘hello’

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I have a friend who is a party stARTist. She starts parties every time she enters a room, because she just can’t help herself. She has one of those hostess personalities that wants people to know one another, to have fun and to find the food easily. It’s as if every office, every street, every city is her own event space. She says “hello” in such a welcoming, responsible tone, that it’s as if she’s saying “Hello, this is my planet. Can I help you find your way around?”

What if we all stARTed the day this way?

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stARTing a selfie

stARTing a selfie

One of the first wrinkles in my self promotion adventure was staring at me in the mirror this morning. Maybe a second or third wrinkle, too. (Given my aging eyesight, I can’t be sure.) Either way, the 50-something face staring back at me may not be the best face forward for promoting a book that I want young women to find hip.

I feel hip. I feel sharp and young and in the game. I feel like I can hang in social media circles with the vulgar college girls and the snarky new moms. I can write in an ageless voice. I think I just need to quit looking in the mirror before I put on makeup.

Sadly, how we create is often defined by how we see ourselves. Science shows that the mere suggestion to a person that they are old or sick or tired will instantly stunt their problem solving and work product.

So I’m working on a profile picture overhaul. And it’s the most fun I’ve had all week!

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I’ve sketched me, clipped vintage photos I wish looked like me, and painted some really bad self portraits. So far, everything represents me better than the head shot on my LinkedIn profile.

The best part about playing creatively with my profile is that I can try on looks that might not work for my entire patchwork life. For instance, since I have some conservative business responsibilities, like serving on the board of an insurance company, I can’t really dye my hair blue. But in one self portrait, I’m a blue-haired lady.

That’s hip now, right?

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