Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
The sun is shining this morning–outside and inside.
I’ve just had the best good morning hug with Mama and it just feels good!
And these hugs are so very because she is here, with me in my home in Germany.
She made this trip from Seattle, Washington like a big girl, all by herself with her 85 years to be with me for the premiere of the German version of my book,
Incompatible with Nature–A Mother’s Story/ Einen Herzschlag entfernt.
And I’m still reeling from all the love from everyone who came out to support me.
Hugs. There’s something to them.
They’re powerful. Good for our bodies, our minds, and moods.
According to a Google site:
When we hug, Oxytocin, also known as the “love drug” is released. It calms our nervous systems and boosts positive emotions. Here’s how a good hug resulting in oxytocin flow affects us: It lowers our blood pressure, especially helpful if we’re feeling anxious. It lowers our cortisol (the stress hormone), enabling a higher quality of sleep.
Which means that I am going to stand up from this laptop, go to my bedroom, crawl back in bed with Mama and hug her some more.
Enjoy some images of some hugging at my book premiere. Have a peaceful weekend…and be sure to hug somebody!
In the midst of this morning’s headlines, amongst Las Vegas, storms and disasters, there was quip about Football star, Cam Newton laughing at a female reporter, saying it was funny to hear her talk about routes. The annoyance was the insinuation that females should stay “in their place,” and that certain fields are beyond our scope. My 16 year old daughter desires to be a journalist a-la Lisa Ling, and I always share with her that Knowledge is Power – in every field! Be it the ball field or the home-field.
After watching this, as I was pondering what to post today, an old blog, Nurses or Purses came in my newsfeed, and I thought it was a timely share. I’ve never been one for stereotypes. I was born coming out of the kitchen… (ask my boyfriend, he’s the chef in our relationship). So, here’s to all my sister’s doing it for themselves!
Ah, it’s the year of the rabbit, so I’ve been told. This means little will be set in stone. With that in mind, I was having coffee yesterday with some girlfriends and we were discussing the number of friends we have going through divorce.
Why is this such an epidemic in our Menopausebarbee world? My friends take is the men and the 80/20. That’s where men give 20% to home and 80% to another woman thinking the grass is greener only to discover it’s astro-turf. O.k. I get it, the age old issue of infidelity and now my peers are at the age where the young Barbie doll is more appealing. Boobs that used to be a 36 regular, after babies are now a 36 long. Reminds me of the Betty Broderick story. After putting her husband through medical and law school and he became a huge success, he traded her in for a better model. Betty stole one of her four children’s door keys and went in the middle of the night and shot her ex and his fiancé one month before their wedding. Never mess with a scorned woman right?
Another friend suggested that women are finally in the financial realm where they are often making more than their male counterparts and don’t want to be the nurses or purses. Nurses or purses, I paused and asked with a questionable look on my face. Yep, she said, women are tired of being nurses(taking care of someone) or being purses (taking care of someone).
The thought made me laugh, so today I must share for all the sisters doin’ it for themselves!
Take it away Aretha Franklin and Annie Lenox
As a baby, I would hold you on my lap and read our favorite book, Love You Forever…
With tears strolling down my postpartum cheeks, I would choke through the line, “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.
I know this will resonate with many parents, because no truer words have been said.
From toddler years…
To ringing in the cheers…
It’s been a Wonderful 24 years!
But Remember this! FOREVER MY BABY YOU’LL BE
I was in Tennessee last week for the Seahawk vs Titan’s game.
My son, now residing in Chicago joined me as it is less than an hour’s flight from Illinois to Tennessee.
As a girl from the Pacific Northwest, I was eager to show my son Nashville’s lively Broadway nightlife.
We, along with all the other 12’s donned our Seahawk gear and hit the action from Acme Feed and Seed to George Jones and of course my favorite, BB Kings. The entertainment beckoned an intersection of New Orleans and Las Vegas where talented performers took the stage door after door and filled your soul with just damn feel good music for every generation.
From the beginning of time, music has had a way of bringing people together. We know the lyrics, and sing along. We jam to a beat and unconsciously our bodies sway. Music makes us remember loved lost and loves found. Babies are born to music, and last breaths are taken to music. It takes us to a moment in time…
A moment in time for me came at the pre-kick off of the Sunday big game. As we arose for the National Anthem and none of the players were on the field, I reconciled the irony that this beautiful melody designed to unite had become so divisive.
Oh, say! does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave
Tears filled my eyes and my heart was heavy as I thought of how many sensational renditions I have paid witness to hearing these triumphant words. My personal favorites include Ray Charles and Whitney Houston.
But then, I thought of how many people these words don’t hold true for. I thought of Kalief Broward, the 16 year old African American child (yes, I call him child, as that is the age of my daughter who still depends on me for her every need.) Kalief was jailed at the most notorious prison, Riker’s Island for 3 years, wrongfully accused of stealing a backpack. He was beaten mercilessly by gangs and officers, and what was stolen was his life. His only crime was he being born black and poor. It is with a truly heavy heart that I suggest you tune in to the Kalief Broward documentary for the full devastating story.
That night, when it was time for bed, I took the knee- and I prayed for us all.
God Bless America – Let’s make it Beautiful for ALL
And sing along with Ray Charles
You know, I wish I had somebody to help me sing this
(America, America, God shed his grace on thee)
America, I love you America, you see
My God he done shed his grace on thee
And you oughta love him for it
Cause he, he, he ,he crowned thy good
He told me he would, with brotherhood
(From sea to shining Sea)
Oh lord, oh lord, I thank you Lord
As the countdown approaches to the German publication of my book on September 27, 2017 : Einen Herzachlag entfernt–in English: Incompatible with Nature–a Mother’s Story, I thought I’d share an excerpt from the chapter today entitled: The Fight Begins–Der Kampf beginnt
This is a story you won’t want to miss!
Das is eine Geschichte, die du nicht vermissen willst!
Der Kampf beginnt
»Hallo? Hier ist Tracie Mayer. I’m calling for … mein Sohn,
Ich verstand ihre Antwort nicht, aber instinktiv fühlte ich, dass
sie nicht so lange darüber geredet hätte, wenn etwas Schlimmes
passiert wäre. Außerdem hatte ihre Stimme so etwas Trällerndes,
»Wait!«, schrie ich ins Telefon. »Bitte warten Sie!«
Helmut wachte auf, stützte sich auf seinen Ellbogen und sah
mich an. Ich sprang aufs Bett und hielt ihm den Hörer ans Ohr.
Meine Stimme zitterte so sehr, dass ich kaum sprechen konnte.
Ich fragte: »Was sagt sie, Helmut? Was sagt sie?«
Er setzte sich auf und gab mir mit seinen Handbewegungen
zu verstehen, dass ich ruhig sein sollte. Als er ins Telefon sprach,
stoppte er mittendrin, auf halbem Wege durch die Formalitäten.
Die Krankenschwester hatte ihm offensichtlich gesagt, dass sie
wusste, mit wem sie sprach. Langsam formte sich ein Lächeln auf
Das war alles, was ich brauchte.
»Ich wusste es! Ich wusste es!«, begann ich zu schreien, immer
und immer wieder, als ich meinen Jogginganzug aus dem Schrank
riss und ihn über meinen Pyjama zog.
»Marc! Halte durch, Schätzchen! Mommy ist schon unterwegs!
Die vierzehn Stufen, die treppab zu unserem Wohnzimmer
führten, nahm ich mit wenigen Sprüngen, vier Stufen auf einmal.
Ich war aus der Tür geschossen und auf dem Weg zu unserem Baby,
noch bevor Helmut den Telefonhörer aufgelegt hatte.
Mein Kampf um das Leben unseres Sohnes hatte begonnen
The Fight Begins
“Hello? This is Tracie Mayer. I call for my son Marc.”
I didn’t understand her response, but instinctively I felt that if something terrible had happened, she was talking too long about it. And her voice was lilting.
“Wait!” I screamed into the phone. “Please wait!”
Helmut snapped awake, propped himself up on his elbow and faced me. Leaping onto the bed and cradling the receiver at his ear, my voice trembling so I could barely speak, I said, “What’s she saying, Helmut? What’s she saying?”
He sat up straight in the bed and tried to shush me with his hands. As he spoke into the phone he stopped midway into the formalities. The nurse obviously let him know she knew with whom she was speaking. Slowly he began to smile. That’s all I needed.
“I knew it! I knew it!” I started screaming over and over again as I snatched my jogging suit out of the closet cabinet and pulled it on over my pajamas.
“Marc! Hang on, honey! Mommy’s on her way! Hang on!” I dove down the fourteen stairs to the living room three, four at a time. I was out the front door and on the way to our baby before Helmut had even hung up the phone.
My fight for our son’s life had begun.
Read it and be inspired!
Lese es und sei inspiririert!
Incompatible with Nature–A Mother’s Story available on Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/Incompatible-Nature-Tracie-Frank-Mayer/dp/1537201298
Einen Herzschag entfernt verfügbar: www.scm-haenssler.de/herzschlag und an Amazon
The Way We Were…
This post was inspired by one of my girl’s Karen Miles’ Facebook pictures earlier this week.
While cleaning out her mother’s house, Karen came across her early years modeling. Seeing that it’s Flashback Friday, I decided to take a trip to my mother’s vault and found this Nordstrom brochure circa the 1970’s.
Yes, that’s me keeping an eye on the sheep and not the slightest bit happy embracing nature!
The good news was the burgundy checker pants I wore were $13 and the matching elastic waist jacket was $22.
I earned enough that day to buy the ensemble!
Thanks for the laugh, Karen! We’ve come a long way baby!
As my feet hit the floor this morning, I stretched and took a moment to reflect on my blessings. I revisited an email from a dear friend in the midst of Florida’s horrific storm.
This is a photo of her home…. Engulfed, her family lost everything
When I asked her what I could do or send, she said, she was well and had all her needs met. She was astounded by the outpouring of LOVE and support.
The thought resonated so clearly –
When Mother Nature is at it’s Worst… Human Nature is at it’s Best
And Vice Versa is true
When Human Nature is at it’s Worst
Mother Nature never fails…
Today find time to give LOVE – it’s everywhere, just take a look and give.
Your time, your money, your ear, your hug, a call…
Love Never Fails.