I was more than a little excited to notice that a post I did on free desktop wallpaper designs a couple of years ago has been pretty popular lately.
Not only does it mean that I’m not alone in my geekdom—at least in its relation to pretty, inspirational design—but it gave me what I considered a damn good excuse to scour the internet for more.
So I did. And I spent way too much time poking and prodding to find designs that not only look pretty, but give you a little extra motivation without being obnoxiously overachieving. Because we all want to do good things, right? We just don’t need to shackle ourselves to doing them 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
It’s a lesson I’m desperately trying to learn for myself, so I figured at least a few of you might be in the same boat.
Here’s to being balanced boss bitches. Continue reading
What is it with Daniel Tiger? Any kid I know who has watched that guy is completely mesmerized by him. And any mother I know spends her days singing his songs in hopes of somehow dislodging them from her brain.
I might not remember what I’m supposed to do today, but I sure as hell can sing to you about getting to the potty on time.
The more I thought about this, the more I began to believe that that tricky little tiger has an ulterior motive.
The Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood website says that “Through imagination, creativity and music, Daniel and his friends learn the key social skills necessary for school and for life.” What they neglect to mention is that he’s also sending out secret messages to moms.
I won’t lie to you. I did not love Lisa Scottoline’s Every Fifteen Minutes. There were definitely points when I was completely engrossed and totally sucked in, trying to figure out what was going on. But more often than not, I was left feeling a little meh.
Just looking at the cover right now, I find myself annoyed. It doesn’t reflect the real meat of the story at all. Maybe that’s because, by the end, the meat of the story got kind of muddled by plot twists that were as unnecessary as they were unbelievable—mostly because there were just so many of them.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m grumpy. I just found myself really wanting to like this book and cheering it on to take that next step into really good territory. But it never got there for me. Also, I hated the ending.
Feel free to passionately disagree with me. I totally welcome it. In the mean time, here are some of the discussion questions we’ll be tackling in our Paperback Posse Facebook group this week:
- Were you able to guess who the sociopath was in the story before it was revealed to us? Which characters (if any) did you suspect? Why?
- What did you think about Eric’s obsession with finding out who killed Renee? Did you think it was smart of him? Did you always side with him and his points of view?
- The Tarasoff case highlights the unique position that psychiatrists are in, as they have a responsibility to protect not only their patients, but also other people from potential harm done by their patients. Eric considers whether he has a Tarasoff issue with Max, but is reluctant to act too quickly because of the repercussions. Did you agree or disagree with Eric’s decision, why or why not?
- In evaluating his deteriorating marriage, Eric decides that his wife “had fallen in love with a cardboard cutout of a man, a resume rather than a human being.” Do you understand what Eric means by this? Do you think this is a fair assessment of what happened in their marriage? Does this statement seem as if Eric is blaming his wife? Have you ever seen something similar happen?
- Other than Renée, who do you think was a true victim in this story? What responsibility did each main character have in what happened?
If you want to get in on the voting for October’s virtual book club pick, head over to our Facebook group where voting is open until Wednesday night!
“No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.” —Aesop
In hopes of talking less and doing more when it comes to helping others, I’ve started a series I’m calling Good Samaritan Saturday. On Saturday mornings, I’ll post a little something you can do to start your weekend out with positive vibes by helping to lift someone else up…
After witnessing Ellie’s very unique sense of style at the playground the other day, someone sent me a link to Chooze on zulily. I had never heard of them before.
They started as a brand that makes purposefully mismatched shoes to “empower kids with creativity, confidence, and their power to have a positive impact on the world.” They’ve since branched out into a lifestyle brand with mismatched leggings and funky bags.
clockwise from top left: Dream in Pop Turquoise ballet flats || Move in Treasure sneakers
Scout in Prep loafers || Jump in Wish mary-janes
Pretty cool, right? Well, the more I learned as I poked around on their website, the more I liked them.
They use only vegan materials in manufacturing and ship their shoes in “art boxes” which are reusable and made from recycled cardboard. On top of all of that empowerment and eco-consciousness, Chooze is a Good Returns company, which means they invest annual profits into anti-poverty programs. These programs provide women with training, support, education, and loans so that they can start their own businesses and work their way out of poverty. That means that while you’re empowering your kids to let their creativity shine, some of that money you spend will also go to empowering a family who could really use it.
Um, color me smitten. Continue reading
Usually I wear multitasking like a bad ass badge of honor. Yes, I answered emails while carrying a whiny preschooler on my hip and navigating an extra large cart around the grocery store like a champ. Because I’m a BOSS.
Only not really.
Because, when I’m being totally honest with myself, multitasking never results in a job well done. My email will be partially incoherent, I’ll inevitably forget something essential at the store and my four year old and I will be so irritated with each other that we’ll both be whining shrilling and ready to full-on tantrum by the time I slam the trunk of the car.
When your attention is split in 87 different directions you can’t possibly do a good job.
So why do we (women in particular) place so much of our self worth on exactly how many balls we have up in the air? Continue reading