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Aside from the ridiculous green beret and homely green jumper, signing me up for Girl Scouts was the best decision Mom made for her fifth-grade daughter. I already knew how to build a campfire, and selling cookies wasn't the highlight of my year -- it was the field trip to the radio station that thrilled my little eleven-year-old heart. There it was, five thousand watts of crystal-clear power...it was a daytime-only radio station, the voice of our town. One look into that studio and I was hooked. I begged them to let me take home the unused news copy from the AP wire. I hung it up on my wall like a rock-star poster. I got a tape recorder and practiced doing newscasts, writing exciting stories of neighborhood gossip. I practiced my commercials, imitating TV ads for Miss Clairol. In the seventh grade, I entered a speech contest and won three of the four categories. The judges were the owners of that radio station. Within a week of winning the speech contest I had my first on-air job: "Delilah, on the Warpath," school news and sports, taped weekly. By the time I was in high school I had worked into a full-time part-time position at the radio station. I wrote afternoon newscasts, wrote and produced commercials. I took the empty soda pop bottles back for the refund. Six days a week I was at the station. Six days a week I was happy! It's been over 25 years, and fourteen stations since Mrs. Davis's Girl Scout troop walked through the doors of that first radio station. Today, my show isn't on a five-thousand watt daytime AM station, but the thrill of the microphone hasn't disappeared. Radio is still my first love. Sports: Watching my son, Isaiah, play soccer
Food: YES!!
Color: Yellow!
Season: Summer in Seattle, Autumn in New England
Activity: Painting (art, not walls -- although I do murals!)
Passions: Gardening, camping |
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Monday 07-09-2007 10:28am ET
BRAND NEW JOURNAL!! Click here to read it!!
Tuesday 05-29-2007 3:03pm ET
Some people mark time by tick marks made on the wall…like, my sister, who has both her son and my daughter’s growth charts penciled on the wall of her kitchen door frame. It’s easy for parents to note mile stones, and turning points in their children’s lives, for instance, when sitting at a graduation ceremony, or a religious event such as a Bar Mitzvah or first Holy Communion…however, this week I witnessed, and participated in a different sort of “graduation”.
My now eight year old son, Zack, sat up late one night making a list of things he wanted to do the next day. “Have the worker mans paint my bedroom wall white,” was first on the list. “Mom paints me skate boarding,” came next. “Put skate board on my wall,” followed after that.
White over a bright green power ranger with a “Z” for Zack on its chest… For the past 22 years, I have been painting murals on my children’s bedroom walls, and for those 22 years, I have known that they are growing up when they request a new picture on their wall.
Shaylah had a fairy princess castle on her wall at one time, and “graduated” to a chubby cherubim. Now, she wants a tropical rainforest theme painted on the wall. Zacky has left behind his power ranger costumes, and is now laying out his play clothes the night before; cool ripped jeans, and over-sized skater shirts. TK is still content with his power ranger motorcycle on his wall, but I suspect that will not last for too much longer. Soon he’ll be ready to transition into something more closely related to a boy that loves to ride his two-wheeled bike, and jump on a trampoline!
Soon, I hope to paint a mural on my new grandson’s bedroom wall… I guess the kids aren’t the only ones transitioning.
New friends, new ideas!
I have lots of plans for my garden and I am always on the lookout for new ideas, inspiration, and methods that are easy to do while giving me the results that I am after. Recently I attended one of the ‘Do It Herself’ workshops put on by The Home Depot that focused on easy ways to spruce up a deck, patio, or backyard, creating a place to play, entertain, or relax and escape to. What an eye opening and mind expanding experience it was! The instructor of the class was awesome and had great ideas on how to build everything from cozy fire pits to water fountains. From the simple to the more ornate projects, he walked us through every step giving us tips to assure that our individual plans considered the unique aspects of our own ‘escapes’.
Power tools can be a little scary… especially when they are in my hands, so my friends have said time after time. Thanks to our instructor, I can now tell my friends how easy power tools are to use, and more importantly, teach my friends the safe way to use them. Safety goggles are very much in vogue when it comes to using power tools, and the expert fashionistas that I consult all tell me that they will never go out of style!
Thanks to The Home Depot and our instructor, I now have the confidence and the needed skills to move my garden plans forward. I know that I am not alone either… I met so many wonderful listeners that are just like me… lots of big plans, just needing a little guidance. After the class was over we had time to chat with each other and ask our instructor additional questions. Whether you want to create an escape or project from raw materials or easy kits, The Home Depot has what you need and they have the staff that can help you get your project finished. I hope to bump into you at the next ‘Do It Herself’ workshop. We can talk about gardens, working the soil, creating a place to relax… and what colors and accessories go best with safety goggles!
Tuesday 04-17-2007 8:21am ET
Baby chicks or peepers, they look like little one day old bundles of peeping fuzz.
I have two brown, speckled, bantam hens that look like twin sisters. They were little balls of fuzz as well, this time last year. The two had decided to share one nest of eggs, both of them sitting face to face for weeks. I haven’t the slightest idea how many eggs the two hens have shared, but there had to be at least a dozen or more. Finally, after weeks of sitting and keeping the small eggs warm, only two babies had emerged. Thank goodness the thirty three others I had ordered from the hatchery arrived the next day! We were able to slip the eggs that hadn’t hatched yet out and sneak the new baby chicks in. The sisters took to mothering quite well, and despite the fact that the thirty three baby chicks are a mix of different breeds they are doing their best to keep them warm and comfy under their wings.
I laugh as I watch the chickens, and consider how odd my own family must appear to outsiders. There are eight children, born by four different mothers, and fathered by at least six different men. They range from my blond-haired, blue-eyed daughter Shaylah, to my youngest son, Thomas Karlton, who has skin that is ebony black. My circle of friends includes Gina, a single mother to three boys, who’s two youngest are half Korean, and look nothing like her, my producer, Janey, who’s adopted daughter is Hispanic, and looks like a raven haired painting when she is amongst her Irish cousins, and my friend Dee Dee, who’s teenage son Ryan is considered by my sons to be an older brother that is available at all times for harassing and teasing. Then there is my adopted daughter Lonika’s little girl Jayla, who spends as much time as possible here at the farm playing with her uncles, Thomas and Zacky, who are actually only a year or two older than she!
Just like the brown, speckled hens, we could all care less if the “chicks” we are nestling under our wings came from our own bodies, because ours or not, we watch over and love one another’s children like a communal tribe. I was raised, in a neighborhood that had front doors that didn’t lock, in a town where everyone’s mother had the right to say, “Oh, no! I did not just see you do that. Get over there and clean that mess up, or I will see to it that you are grounded.” Dee Dee’s mother Toni disciplined me just as much as she did Dee, and I was not free from her wrath if I had any involvement in the caper that landed us in her lecture chair! That was a much simpler time than today, but those in my circle of life believe that we are all connected, and we continue to love and support each other as we try to raise our kids in a world where people so often feel isolated or disconnected.
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