“A Crowd-Pleaser of a Film”

I am thrilled for my friend, Mary Martin (yes, that really is her name), who brought the Jim White story to Disney and became Executive Producer of the newly-released film, McFarland, USA.  The reviews are awesome! Steve Pulaski of Influx Magazine says, “McFarland, USA is the best Disney sports film since Remember the Titans.” With a healthy 7.6/10 stars on IMDB.com, McFarland is a hit! See it this weekend while it’s still in the theaters. It’s a story worthy of the big screen. Here’s a link to the trailer. Enjoy! http://pro.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi1301786137
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Patience Is A Virtue

IT TAKES at least eighteen years to civilize a kid. Twenty, if you’re lucky. Babies, for example, are oh-so-precious. But the first time Mama and Dada’s little bundle of joy goes on an inconsolable crying jag, screaming at decibels that make their parents’ teeth and their curtain rods rattle, new parents get a golden opportunity to become virtuous. For patience is a virtue, and it takes a plethora of patience to survive an infant’s crying jag with both your sanity and your baby intact. (Always good goals.) Wow, that’s so awesome, I hear you say. I – even I – can become virtuous! But wait, it gets better. Following that familiar adage, “Practice makes perfect,” new mamas and papas can get daily, even hourly opportunities to practice being virtuous. That’s a bit much, I hear you comment. No it isn’t. Because a crying jag or two (or three, or four, or seventeen), is nature’s way of welcoming us all into that highly-prized paternity, the parenting club. It’s Mother Nature’s hazing ritual, if you will. Hey there, you passed! Welcome to the club! Only nineteen years, ten months, and twenty-three more days till your kid turns twenty and we pronounce you
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Words, Lovely Words, and Exceedingly Lovely Words

MY FRIEND KERI spent her senior year in our guest bedroom. Her parents moved out of state the week before school started, but Keri wanted to spend her last year of high school with her friends. So we took her in. Keri and I both had the beloved Mr. Bolton for English, and we dutifully studied our S.A.T. vocabulary words together each week. We had fun competing, seeing how many vocab words we could use in one sentence at any time throughout the day. But the real challenge came when we decided it would be illegal to stop mid-sentence to breathe. “Your bellicose canine trounced my corpulent feline and raised a heinous contusion upon her umbilicus, you cadaverous cad!” (Pant, pant.) Translation: Your junkyard dog thrashed my fat cat and bruised her belly button, you jerk! “Don’t harangue me, you reprehensible sluggard, for I denounce your blatant ruse as pure, unadulterated twaddle.” (Huff, huff.) Translation: Be quiet, you lame brain. I’m on to you. How we loved to feel the words roll off our tongues and burst into the air like popcorn. Kerpow! But soon we needed a new challenge, so we decided to liven things up a bit. That’s when we added extra
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20% Off, till Mother’s Day!

MMQ is an AMAZON BESTSELLER!  For a full week in January, MMQ was #1 in Humor, #1 in Parenting and Family Humor, #1 in Parenting and Relationships, and #44 on Kindle, overall.  To celebrate, all print & audio editions of MMQ are 20% off, till MOTHER’S DAY. (Hint, hint.)  (Smile!)  With 22 full-page illustrations, the print editions make great gifts.  And the talented MMQ herself recorded the Audio Book.  Woo hoo! CLICK HERE
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Empowering Your Kid Sprouts

  TIME – it’s such a precious commodity. Ever since I retired early from my teaching job, I’ve wondered how I ever found the time to go to work – back in the day. So that is why, one day when time was winging by way too fast, I hit on the idea of hiring my eight-year-old grandson to assemble the shelves I’d just purchased. I’d just moved into his parents’ guest room for a month while I was searching for new digs for old Hunk and me. But I desperately needed to set up a temporary office. Hence, the shelving purchase. I’d seen that little eight-year-old Rapscallion assemble many a Lego project before he’d even learned to read, so I knew the kid was mechanically-minded. And when I presented him with the request to build my shelves, the promise of a $5 bill, and a tip if he did a great job, his eyes lit up. “Sure, Grandma. I can do that,” he glowed, and the deal was on. After a little coaching from his elder (yes, me), my little Rapscallion politely asked Dad if he could borrow a hammer and a power screwdriver, promising that he would put
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