I’m Not Rich, I’m Not Powerful, I’m Not Anything…But What Can I Do?

I’m Not Rich, I’m Not Powerful, I’m Not Anything…But What Can I Do?

I’ve spent the last two hours with headphones over my ears, tears streaming down my cheeks as I read about the Refugee crisis that is happening right now, today, in our world.  I read about the fact that 7.6 million people are currently displaced, having been torn from their homes, their jobs, their lives and left to escape with only the clothes on their backs.  I read that girls that are the same age as my own precious kids are being sold into slavery for a mere $170.  I read that we are currently facing the largest refugee crisis that has happened in the world since WWII.  Yes, WWII. I read how German and Austrian citizens are welcoming refugees with open arms, carrying them across borders into safety and immediately giving them a tiny glimmer of hope with warm food and warm clothes to get them started. And I feel so helpless. So powerless. So small, insignificant, so…impossibly unable. But as I sit here in my comfortable home, in my safe world, with my beautiful and healthy children just upstairs laughing as they play a game of Uno, I realize that I am far from helpless, powerless or unable.  I may be unwilling.  Or uncomfortable.  But I am not powerless. Y’all, this crisis isn’t about politics. Or religion. It’s not about borders that need to be secured or people infringing on our lives and our jobs.  It’s not about crime and punishment or even about a civil war that is taking place on the other side of the world.  It’s about humanity.  About human beings just like you and...

What It Looks Like to Be a Hot 30-Something Mama

Well, • We know how to rock a scarf (to cover up the baby food stain on our favorite shirt.) • We’ve mastered the quickie (because 15 minutes is the exact amount of time that all our kids as asleep at the same time on any day.) • Our underwear are full of holes (because taking three kids to the mall to try on panties is otherwise known as an extremely effective form of torture.) • Our idea of a romantic dinner is Mac & Cheese (but when we’re sharing it with our husband, we put it on the fancy plates.) • We know how to plan the perfect date night (dinner at a taco stand, something chocolate and home and in bed by 8:45. Babysitters are expensive!) Our culture tells us that we have to look like Halle Berry and act like Taylor Swift in order to be hot. Magazines tell us we need to lose fifteen pounds. Facebook tells us we need to buy $64 shirts at Anthropologie. And reality TV tells us that being hot is downright impossible if you are a day over 21. So what’s a 30-something mom to do? Stop listening to everyone else. And start listening to me. Because you, my friend, are beautiful, smart, savvy, amazing, talented and yes, even hot. Whatever place you are in your life and whatever you look like, you need to have the confidence to say “I am a hot mama! Yes! Me!” As we launch our new book Hot Mama: 12 Secrets to a Sizzling Hot Marriage, Kathi and I want to get together with...
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