My Angels DO Walk in My Shoes –

 One of my favorite paintings…”Lift Up Your Head #4″ by Nina Ruth Baker


How many times have we heard “Walk a mile in my shoes”?  Probably too many to mention.  When someone says that, I wonder (to myself, of course) if they have actually tried to walk in another’s shoes?  Or, do they just expect us to walk in theirs?

Angels in my life are usually walking with me, in my shoes, and yes, sometimes carrying me.  I’m not picky about Angels, they come to me in all shapes, sizes, cultures, and backgrounds.   I’m grateful for

In the next few weeks I’ll be writing about these Angels who’ve been in my life, and the difference they have made for me.

Thank YOU for being part of my journey.  Is there something I can do for you today, to make your life easier?









Rule #15 Do the right thing even when no one will know but you.

These posts — haven’t established an editorial calendar yet — my writing, so far, just takes me where it takes me.  Lately it’s had a darker side, yet doesn’t make me sad or upset.  Now it’s just fact, a history of life, my journey.

If you know me, you know I love bargains almost as much as I love Louis Vuitton, I do not spend money frivolously.  I don’t buy schlock.  It’s wasting money.  For example, I paid $400 twenty years ago for a Louis Vuitton bag I still carry today.  When I have the time I’m sending all my Louis Vuitton to Chicago where they will make it like new again.  To me, this is working smart!  (This working smart girl is the same one who misspelled GENIUS in her post yesterday….among other faux pas.)

While I don’t do department store shopping per se, I will race you to Walgreens if I see a bargain in their Sunday circular!  (I get it early now!)

Walgreensand no, Walgreens isn’t paying me!

And I am a magazine freak.  Ask anyone who works with me.  Right now, even after giving away hundreds of magazines, I have a gazillion magazines waiting for me to decide their fate. I have the first twelve issues of O – OPRAH, each in it’s own sealed plastic bag for posterity!  I still regret giving away my Vanity Fair magazines some ten years ago. And I think I would frame every issue of Cottage Journal  if it didn’t make me look like an total idiot.

Cottage Journal This issue of Cottage Journal reminds me of one of the paintings we have at Conway Art.  It’s a great work by Renaissance Man, Don Bingham.

It’s not for a lack of magazines I tell you what I did in the dark.

Waiting rooms with magazines were my Achilles heel.  Inevitably there is always a magazine I do not have, or a very old magazine and I absolutely must keep an ad, a photograph or feature, so I would just steal it from the lobby.  I was a thief.

Go figure.

Eventually, my behavior got the best of me.  This is what changed: I started asking (a novel thought)  if I could take/have the magazine; then I also carried other magazines back to that same lobby for their use.

I can remember sneaking magazines into my Louis Vuitton!  Pathetic, I know and stupid.   I can see it now, sunny, beautiful room and they had a two year-old ELLE DECOR with a bedroom I would die to have, but knew I would not remember the visual without the visual.  Or, that’s what I told myself.  Sure.

I still don’t have that bedroom, don’t even know where the ELLE DECOR is!

Isn’t this a little like life sometimes?  We take those pens from work or copy paper, don’t return our messages or call in sick when we are not sick?  — cough, cough — I know I have. 

Or, we tell ourselves it’s okay to miss a friends birthday party, or a funeral, that we won’t be missed. But we are missed, someone knows and wonders where we are and why we aren’t there.

I can tell you even tho’ I was deep in grief at my Mother’s funeral I KNEW who was at the funeral and the graveside. It made such a difference.  Friends Deborah Evans Price and Vernell Hackett drove all night to be there even tho’ I told them it was not necessary to make the drive from Nashville, Tn.  They never listen!  Thankfully.

NOW I understand.  Having them drive all night to be with me for a few hours was more comforting than they will ever kinow.  

Deborah, being interviewed for a Religion & Ethics feature on PBS.

Deborah PBS

Deborah accepting a Dove Award for Alan Jackson. DEP accepting for Alan Jackson

Vernell, signing copies of one of her books!

VH book signing

If these busy women can show up, so can we!

We are missed when we don’t show or we think no one sees what we do/don’t do.  I am certain others saw me steal some of those magazines, and I remember years ago when I didn’t show up for a party, thought I wouldn’t be missed, was told the hostess cried when I didn’t show.

There are legitimate reasons for some things, for others it’s greed or laziness or maybe we are just tired.  I’m trying to make extra efforts for friends, go out of my comfort zone now, because that’s part of my Authentic Grace.

Head in the sand is just pretending no one knows.  That’s the fallacy. To be Authentic, give Grace, we must not hide.  EVER.  Authentic Public Relations practitioners, above reproach, will be untouchable in the marketplace.

…and if you want any magazines, you know where I am!

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Comedic Genius of LuLu Roman and Robert Wynn

LuLu Bill Reardin story

Left to Right: Melissa Cross; Bill Reardin; LuLu Roman; Robert Wynn & me, backstage at IFCO.

Bill Reardin came to Nashville to visit Robert Wynn, a then writer for Nashville Now.
Our desire was to give this ” New Yorker”  — then EP for The Joan Rivers Show — a weekend to remember.
LuLu dressed in a chauffeurs outfit, including hat, short skirt and cowgirl boots!  She sat on the hood of the cadillac we borrowed from Hee Haw Patriarch Sam Lovullo as she held a REARDIN sign, lined up with the other Chauffeurs in her RED uniform. Bill did not know LuLu, he really believed she was our chauffeur.
Robert’s plan and LuLu’s physical comedy did not disappoint once we left the airport, LuLu behind the wheel and Robert riding shotgun.
Bill sat between Melissa and me in the back seat.
All Melissa Cross and I could do was laugh and Bill simply thought we were laughing at the bad chauffeur!
When we arrived at the IFCO Show — our destination for the night thanks to the Johnson Sisters — Bill was so distraught he actually wanted to carry his luggage to the IFCO stage!
This photo was taken after we revealed our truth to Bill…He was a great sport and remains a dear friend to this day.
How lucky am I?
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