I can so clearly remember learning that my sorority sister and college dorm neighbor, Lindy, had been seriously injured during a ski trip in Wyoming. Those first days and weeks were critical and she was constantly on my mind. Someone organized a 24-hour prayer chain and I signed up to pray during the 4 am slot. I went flat down on my face in the middle of the night begging God to spare my friend. I wasn't the only one. Countless others were pleading for her life. A Facebook page was set up to . . .
Last Friday, our youngest went to the emergency room after falling and thwacking her head on our hardwood floor. It was a true parenting fail kind of moment—a simple mistake and a split-second distraction led to what was likely a mild concussion. On the way to the hospital, I group texted some girlfriends to let them know about the fall, my fear, and the fact that we may need someone to pick up our oldest daughter who happened to be off school that day. Not only did I instantly have people . . .
March is a tease. In the course of a week, I have seen sleet AND had my cheeks pinked by a warm, sunny day. This moody month just cannot make up her mind. Just when I think this is going to be the weekend I swap out my closet, something has me diving back into my warmest pullover. Thank you, Lorae, for searching for the best styles for the in-between season on the Company Memo. Happy almost-not-yet spring! Celebrating Women In light of this week's celebration of International Women's . . .
I used to be a total yes girl. Float a good idea from 20 yards away, and I'd take it up as a personal mission. Uncover a need anywhere, for any reason, at any time, and I could help. Make that meal. Buy that school supply. Help with that fundraiser. Host that thing. Attend that party. But here's where all those yeses got me: exhausted, stretched thin, and disappointing no one on the periphery but everyone in the inner circle. (My kids are still slightly bitter about that season, and will often . . .
Turning the calendar to March is as much a fresh start as it is a hopeful prayer: the end of winter is visibly in sight, daffodils have popped their heads out of the ground, and Daylight Saving Time is next weekend! Thanks, Lorae, for helping us step out of our proverbial caves and give a little refresh to our homes, our closets, and our menus on today's Company Memo. Spring is in the air and I I think we are all ready to turn the page. My kids have begun to bare their . . .