"Because She Can" is a fiction book that is a very easy & enjoyable read. I would recommend it to anyone who is going to a beach or pool this summer. This book's heroine lives in NYC and works in the publishing industry. She has a good job (although low paying), but her career is not moving along as fast as she would like. Who cant relate to either their career not progressing as they imagined or their pay is less than they deserve?
Anyway, one fateful evening when she wanted to stay in, wearing her sweats, her best friend drug her out. There she met the man of her dreams & he connected her with her dream job... Good thing she left her apartment that night........... or was it?
Although her man was picture-perfect on paper, there was never a true spark. Also, her new job gave her every opportunity a gal early in a publishing career could want, with one small caviate. Her boss is really the devil disguised as a publishing genious. Her job and boyfried situation are nearly all she can take.
During the whole book you are rooting for the heroine to come through and get her life in order.
And, as with any great summer read, you will not be dissappointed.
Great, fast read, with a character that is easy to relate to, regardless of the industry you work in.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Case of the Missing Bike
As kids with a lot of pent up energy, this was the moment we’d been waiting for. The road trip was finally over; AT LAST Dad had taken our bikes down. We were camping, a Green family tradition. As soon as our camper was parked we would harass Dad for the bikes - - we were not about to stick around to help set up camp.
This particular weekend we were camping in the Allegheny mountains of PA. It was a gorgeous late afternoon on Friday when we arrived. We snatched our biked and were off. Dad called out to Josh, youngest sibling (at the time), “don’t follow those kids up the mountain.” You see, his bike didn’t have brakes; it was a 12” bike that had training wheels. Josh having no fear, completely disregarded this warning.
Jeremy & I were off to the races with some of our cousins. We wanted to make it up the hill as fast as possible b/c then we could barrel down the hill at an unsafe speed.
Josh had been following us, but none of us even knew. Not that it would occur to us to check on him. Poor Josh is following us up the mountain but with his tiny bike, he could not keep up. After a bit – he gave up – and decided to turn around to go back to camp.
As soon as he turned the bike around he knew he was in real trouble. With no brakes, the pedals were rotating uncontrollably. He put his legs straight out to the sides. Then realizing this was a lost cause, he abandoned this strategy and just dove off the bike as it continued sailing down the mountain.
Josh is a little battered and bruised but mostly traumatized b/c he had to go back to camp w/ no bike. As a kid this is truly detrimental.
Josh sobs his story and Dad doesn’t believe him – “What do you mean, you LOST your bike?” Dad realizes the implications here – with no bike, Josh will be bugging him and my Mom all weekend.
When the ‘older’ kids get back to camp, they are updated on this issue.
We establish and send out a search & rescue crew for the bike. We look for like an hour, then reconvene at camp. What a mystery? The bike could not have vanished…. We feel confident no one would steal this ‘no-brake’ ‘hand-me-down’ bike, but…….
The rescue mission is sent out for Round 2. This time, another friendly camper is chatting with Dad. He mentions he saw a run-away bike earlier and points Dad in the right direction.
The bike is found!! It had fallen into a sizable ditch and had sunk to the botton of all of the brush and leaves in the ditch. We pulled it out – good as new.
Thankfully, by the time the camp fire was roaring and the s’mores were cooking, the bike was saved, and therefore, so was the weekend. Josh did not attempt to ride up the mountain again………at least not this weekend.
This particular weekend we were camping in the Allegheny mountains of PA. It was a gorgeous late afternoon on Friday when we arrived. We snatched our biked and were off. Dad called out to Josh, youngest sibling (at the time), “don’t follow those kids up the mountain.” You see, his bike didn’t have brakes; it was a 12” bike that had training wheels. Josh having no fear, completely disregarded this warning.
Jeremy & I were off to the races with some of our cousins. We wanted to make it up the hill as fast as possible b/c then we could barrel down the hill at an unsafe speed.
Josh had been following us, but none of us even knew. Not that it would occur to us to check on him. Poor Josh is following us up the mountain but with his tiny bike, he could not keep up. After a bit – he gave up – and decided to turn around to go back to camp.
As soon as he turned the bike around he knew he was in real trouble. With no brakes, the pedals were rotating uncontrollably. He put his legs straight out to the sides. Then realizing this was a lost cause, he abandoned this strategy and just dove off the bike as it continued sailing down the mountain.
Josh is a little battered and bruised but mostly traumatized b/c he had to go back to camp w/ no bike. As a kid this is truly detrimental.
Josh sobs his story and Dad doesn’t believe him – “What do you mean, you LOST your bike?” Dad realizes the implications here – with no bike, Josh will be bugging him and my Mom all weekend.
When the ‘older’ kids get back to camp, they are updated on this issue.
We establish and send out a search & rescue crew for the bike. We look for like an hour, then reconvene at camp. What a mystery? The bike could not have vanished…. We feel confident no one would steal this ‘no-brake’ ‘hand-me-down’ bike, but…….
The rescue mission is sent out for Round 2. This time, another friendly camper is chatting with Dad. He mentions he saw a run-away bike earlier and points Dad in the right direction.
The bike is found!! It had fallen into a sizable ditch and had sunk to the botton of all of the brush and leaves in the ditch. We pulled it out – good as new.
Thankfully, by the time the camp fire was roaring and the s’mores were cooking, the bike was saved, and therefore, so was the weekend. Josh did not attempt to ride up the mountain again………at least not this weekend.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Mom & Me
Sometimes I feel like my mother and I are extremely similar, sometimes I feel like we could not be more different.
I know Mom does not always ‘get’ me. She would never outright admit this, but I know part of her is not thrilled with my life choices. Mainly it may not make sense to her why I take work so seriously and why I am not married with three children by now.
When I was little my house was a little different than it is today (ok a lot different). My Dad was clearly in charge and ran a pretty tight ship. I distinctly remember the first time I ever saw my Mom stand up for herself. I was at least 12 or 13. I have no idea what their argument was about, but I remember that Mom defended her position instead of just agreeing with Dad. Later that night I saw her teary-eyed in the laundry room, I think because she was probably more shocked at herself than anything. But that day was monumental for me. It clarified what I had long suspected – the girls (women) were allowed to be strong, they were allowed to speak their own mind and they were allowed to lead the way. The truth about my independence, which is not always Mom’s favorite characteristic of mine, is partially because of her. I am so thankful that Mom finally found her own voice, for her sake and mine.
The truth about me is I love work and the challenges it brings and the way it makes me grow and stretch myself. I hope some day that I can have a family of my own that does the same things.
I know Mom does not always ‘get’ me. She would never outright admit this, but I know part of her is not thrilled with my life choices. Mainly it may not make sense to her why I take work so seriously and why I am not married with three children by now.
When I was little my house was a little different than it is today (ok a lot different). My Dad was clearly in charge and ran a pretty tight ship. I distinctly remember the first time I ever saw my Mom stand up for herself. I was at least 12 or 13. I have no idea what their argument was about, but I remember that Mom defended her position instead of just agreeing with Dad. Later that night I saw her teary-eyed in the laundry room, I think because she was probably more shocked at herself than anything. But that day was monumental for me. It clarified what I had long suspected – the girls (women) were allowed to be strong, they were allowed to speak their own mind and they were allowed to lead the way. The truth about my independence, which is not always Mom’s favorite characteristic of mine, is partially because of her. I am so thankful that Mom finally found her own voice, for her sake and mine.
The truth about me is I love work and the challenges it brings and the way it makes me grow and stretch myself. I hope some day that I can have a family of my own that does the same things.
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