Category Archives: friendship

is brunch a carb?

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IMG_2191la dolce vida

lovely spot tucked away in the city

site of a

beautiful brunch

and

meeting of

b.a.d.a.s.s.

(books and drinks and samba society)

IMG_2184women (and a random piñata) of all ages and occupations

talking about books

and

life

and

sports

and

adventures

and

entertainment

and

true crime

and

politics

and

sharing many laughs

and

friendship

and

good food

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and

meeting new and interesting people

 sharing the piñata head

and

in what seemed

much too short a time

everyone was off

in different directions

some

to see flashdance one more time

others

to watch sports

and some

continued the celebration elsewhere

after this wonderful beginning to the day.

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*h2.e.l.p.

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we began as a mixed group

of teachers and parents

and

became friends

stayed friends

formed

a book club

had

passionate discussions

about books

but

over time

it became

challenging

to get

everyone

in one place

on a regular basis

for hours at a time

on the same night

so

one day

we had an idea

and

 decided

to meet

after work on fridays

at the end of each week

late in the afternoon

just for a bit

on a drop-in basis

whoever could make it was welecome

and we

talked about

books, life, family, loves, our news, the world

and we

listened

to each other

and

asked and answered questions

about things

in our lives

that made us happy

or

that made us sad

or

that we didn’t understand

or just

needed

to tell someone

and

wanted

the perspective

of others

we trusted

as we

shared our personal stories

and we

celebrated each other’s lives

and we all made a point

of being there

on a regular basis

and sometimes

husbands

 kids

dates

 visitors

popped in

and out

and soon

the books fell away

and

we met

just to

spend time together

so

one day

i had an idea

and

i gave us a name

on a shirt

as a christmas present

*h2.e.l.p.

*(happy hour extra large print)

book club 

of ann arbor

and to

make it official

and it seemed

just the right name

for us

for more than one reason

and

a couple of times

each year

we kick it up a notch

when

we go

on an

overnight adventure

to a local hotel

or a cottage on a lake

where it feels

so far away from it all

yet

they’re

just

a

few miles away

no husbands

no kids

no dates

no visitors

and

we stay up

most of the night

with food and drink

and music

sharing our stories

and

our own

good company

and

sometimes

we sneak into the pool or take a dip in the lake

for some

late night swimming

and play games

and

all sorts

of

other antics

and merry-making

happen

it’s a slumber party

of the highest order

after all

and

i may even suggest

that we

read a book

one day soon

one that

that has it all

romance, mystery, action and adventure, travel, suspense, humor, friendship

and no vampires

it’s one of my favorites

and

it’s sure to

inspire a passionate discussion

about its surprise ending

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“the first rule of book club – is that nobody wants to talk about book club.”
― douglas lewis

kindness, like a boomerang, always returns. ~author unknown

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leslielane.com

this summer

i’ve so enjoyed

spending time

at home

in my cozy little cottage

with

family and friends and animals

and

thinking back

to

last summer

when

i set off

on

a long journey

to see my family

in their home

so far away

and when

i returned

and walked in

i was

left

speechless

when i found

what was waiting for me

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on my table

was a basket

of fresh peaches

and muffins

and notes

welcoming me home

and

they were

filled with

so much

love and caring

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a surprise gift

had been

given to me

by my dear friends

who

in my absence

 had

completed many projects

i had been talking about

for a very long time

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they had planned it all

and worked together

for weeks

husbands, wives, children

to make

my cottage

even more of

a home for me

they had

clipboards

and shifts

and materials

and money

and sweat

and tools

and time

and hard labor

and they

asked

my daughters

for my

colors

and ideas

and wishes

and dreams

and most of all

what i saw

when i walked in

was

an incredible act

of

human kindness

and

i

couldn’t believe

what they had done for me

and

i cried

and

my daughter

said

‘mom, all of your stories end with you laughing or crying or sometimes both’

and

isn’t that the way

 all things should end?

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you can’t live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you.

~john wooden





image credits: leslielane.com, mainzercats

“if we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.” ― robert frost

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10527670_781783088509436_8722114083465655258_nmy friend

 kind

 funny

 energetic

and

mother of

five wonderful

small children

including

a set of twins

posted this picture

today

along with this message:

“Yep, So, this just happened. Another adventure for the M family!! So much for the other chores that have been piling up.  I got this beautiful heart from my scout troop as a thank you at the end of this year. I had it on a shelf above the toilet. I think a cat knocked it off and into the toilet. I guess the heart is made of concrete, because it is completely unscathed . The toilet on the other hand….” – n.m.

i have to admit

i laughed until i cried

when i saw this

 she was okay with that

 i’m so happy

to know her

and

i blame

the girl scouts

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“i love people who make me laugh. i honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh.

it cures a multitude of ills. it’s probably the most important thing in a person.” 

― audrey hepburn

 

 

 

what a wonderful thing is the mail, capable of conveying across continents a warm human hand-clasp. ~author unknown

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as i watched team u.s.a. hold their ground tonight against portugal

 it reminded me of where i was 20 years ago.

it was 1994

and somehow

i talked my boss where i was an advertising intern during the day,

and my boss at the hotel where i worked as a cocktail waitress at night,

and my professors where i was taking classes at all hours,

and my ex-husband who i shared my daughter-time with,

into agreeing to work around my special schedule for a few weeks.

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i applied to work at the 1994 fifa world cup here in detroit.

4 matches would be played on my turf.

and i told fifa i would love to do it

before i had negotiated any time off

but

i knew it would be a once in a  lifetime extraordinary experience

and that i would find a way to do it.

my job was to work in press operations in the media center.

helping the press with credentials, schedules, seats. access and information.

and then

it became a reality.

we were taught about the nuances of soccer

the role of the press

how to deal with the passionate fans

and the customs and languages of the countries participating

learning helpful things like,

‘if a russian offers you a shot of vodka, it’s an insult to say no, so you’ll have to find a diplomatic way to do so.’

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this was our transportation around the pontiac silverdome lot

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where we met many enthusiastic fans along the way

and also

interesting press from all around the world.

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on my first day,

a photojournalist

based in hong kong

working for the french press

of dutch and italian descent

walked in.

he was smiling

as i gave him his credentials,

answered his questions

and told him to enjoy the games.

later that night

i left the media center

and turned back into

a cocktail waitress.

as i approached a table

and a man at the table turned around

i saw that it was the journalist i had met earlier in the day.

we were surprised to see each other again

and he told me some of the press corps were staying at my hotel.

and i told him that i worked there on some nights.

very, very small world.

and we parted ways when his group left for the night.

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each day at the world cup was a new adventure

i was able to see the matches

and enjoy the frenzied air of competition and excitement.

and many times

out of 78,000 people

the journo and i kept crossing paths.

between his schedule and mine

and ever changing locations

and job commitments

and no cell phones

and no computer

we kept trying to set up a time and place

to meet away from the stadium

when neither of us was working

to have a real conversation.

finally

it was his last night here

and the final match in detroit was being played.

i was finished in the media tent for the day

and we planned to meet at a local bar

after he filed his report.

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i went to the bar

and found the brazilian fans there celebrating

it was total madness and fun and frolic

and then

the police came

and shut down the bar

for the first time

in history.

the brazilians’ exuberant enthusiasm

had somehow overflowed

to the outside

and they were dancing

a samba line

down woodward avenue

a major thoroughfare in the detroit area.

the bar was done for the night

and the crowd dispersed

and we never were able to find each other that night

we had no backup plan

for a place to meet

and we went our separate ways

armed with addresses

and the beginning of a friendship.

and i went back to my jobs/school/life

and he continued on with his assignments

and flew back to hong kong.

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mp on assignment in new guinea

and we began to write letters

and we have been pen pals for 20 years now

and we send hand-written letters

and postcards

back and forth from all over the world

and we’ve gone through life together on paper

and stayed friends

who never dated

and maybe one day

we’ll find ourselves in the same country once more

at the same time.

and we can continue our conversation.

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There is no distance too far between friends, for friendship gives wings to the heart.

– author unknown