With the heaviest of hearts we want to tell you friends that heaven got a little sweeter this week. Our beloved Westminster has passed. He was a light in this world. There are many wonderful memories that fill our hearts… from the moment we found him in a rescue van outside the Westminster Dog Show to his seeing his country house for the first time to his appearances on TV to his book The Bedtime Book for Dogs to being the ONLY dog in history to have a correction in the NY Times … and to being the Best Furry Man at our wedding. Above all, we celebrate his kindness, his joy for life, and his ability to be a friend to all. He loved us. We cherished every moment with him. We were going to suggest donations to a dog rescue charity… instead, we ask that in his honor, in these crazy times, you hold those you love tighter, squeeze joy out of every moment, and to do what you can to make this a more beautiful loving world. Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts as we deal with this great loss. Much love to you and yours, Bruce & Scott
From my front porch to yours: Happy Spring! I love spring for all its promises and its beauty, but I really love that it affords me the opportunity to plan and dream. Perhaps Margaret Atwood said it best: “In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” My fingernails are proof of my 78th wheelbarrow load of mulch, the expansion of my vegetable garden, and planting a lot of pansies. On my porch coffee table (an old laundry cart flattened out) are bleeding hearts. Yes, I’m reminded our country is struggling a bit these days, but spring’s beauty promises there are better days ahead. Sending you love from the garden. Don’t look now, but Naked Gardening Day is right around the corner! Stay tuned…
“In the depth of winter I finally learned in me there is an invincible summer.” So said Albert Camus. Instead of getting the winter doldrums, I spend the winter working on every creative project and idea I can. (My dog Westminster is a very supportive assistant.) I’ve always known that those who work hardest in winter get to play hardest in summer. So, I’m hunkered down squeezing out every ounce of creativity in a day. By the way, you also might have heard that summer bodies are made in winter. You can’t see me right now, but I’m doing my daily 30 pushups. How are you surviving winter?
My first memory of Christmas is of electric lights–electric being the key word. I was three years old, tinkering with the lights beneath the bottom branches of a scrawny fir in my grandmother’s living room. In rural South Carolina, trees were plucked from wherever they could be found, and my grandmother typically found hers somewhere along the railroad tracks behind her house.
Each year after the hack job, she’d drag the thirsty thing back up to the house, stick it in a wrought iron stand, and put on the lights. They were big and colorful, and searingly hot. My first Christmas memory is those lights, sticking the prongs of the plug into the outlet beneath the tree… along with my forefinger. The memory is still shocking. Stunningly, staggeringly electric. Think Phyllis Diller hair, and tears that burst forth like rain from an angry could.
I’m an adult now, and I still cry. Like pregnancy and painting, the pain of lighting the lights is forgotten once done, but remembered when trying again. This past weekend, I dangled on a ladder and decorated my house, cursing like a sailor. Now that it’s done, I can pour myself a cocktail and enjoy the holidays.
Hey, are your lights twinkling yet?
Barbara predicts my future is full of fun. How about yours?
At the end of summer each year, I’d already have my first day of school outfit planned out. It was always the most exciting and eye-grabbing ensemble I could put together (or dare wear in South Carolina) because I always went back to school with big dreams. From having the best friends to getting the best grades, from winning the speech contest to being cast as the lead in the school play. And it made life fun. Here’s the thing. What keeps us going is having that dream. And then having a new one. And a new one after that. Take my friend Barbara Corcoran (if you’ve not read our latest book: Shark Tales
, you should to be inspired.) Barbara built her business, sold her business for mega-millions, reinvented herself, became a TV commentator, then a Shark, and now she’s Dancing With The Stars
. At any point, she could have stopped. But she’s living life to the fullest with a big dream. As you head “back to school” this fall, ask yourself, “What’s my big dream?
The Boston Herald asked for my best garage saling tips, including “What NOT to buy?” I avoid:
• Cribs and car seats: “Safety requirements change… You don’t want to put your child at risk in anyway.”
• Mattresses: “Mattresses are gross, and (they can have) bedbugs. Icky, icky, icky.”
• Tools with frayed electrical wires: “If it is not in working order and you are not an electrician that can fix it, I wouldn’t buy it.”
• Say no to opened lotions and potions: “I once saw someone selling a half used tube of Preparation-H for a quarter.” Here’s a Garage Sale 101 TIP: Don’t try to pawn off your used toiletries… even if it only took half a tube to cure you.
From playing on the beach to rides in my Mustang, summer is the time I love letting the wind rustle my hair, the sun hit my face, and screaming weeeeeeeee. May your summer be filled with sunshine, birds singing, gardens growing, and FUN. I’m going to pitch a tent in the backyard and roast smores. Let’s get out there and enjoy summer 2017!
Spring wakes me up, gets me going, and tells me, “Anything is possible.” Every delicate sprout pushing its way upwards through the heavy weight of the ground above is proof that, with determination, we can all blossom. This is the month to plant seeds for summer fun. What’s the thing that makes you feel most alive? Do more of that this spring!
What a thrill it was for me to be back in South Carolina to accept the “Distinguished South Carolina Public School Graduate” award at the inaugural gala sponsored by the SC Association of School Administrators. The night was extra special for me. First, because my guest for the gala was Sarah “Miss Porter” Cloaninger, MY FIRST GRADE TEACHER! Second, the other 6 recipients included former Governor Dick Riley who had the vision to start the SC Governor’s School for the Arts, which I attended. To find out more about the awards, SCASA, and how you can contribute to a great public education, click here.