Spine surgery is a marathon not a sprint

recovery from spine surgery @ Willow-Townsend ProductionsWe’re finally on the other side of major surgery for my son, and the good news from the doctor is he’s doing fine and the procedure went well. The headline of this post is inspired by this image. Mother and son, exhausted after 30 hours at the hospital (and counting). Both look as if they have run a marathon and they have in different ways, but we’re nowhere near the finish line. Continue reading

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My son needs surgery not ‘sit-up-straight’ reminders

x-ray © Willow-Townsend ProductionsI can’t guess at the number of times I barked at my son, “Sit up straight!” I did it at least twice every time we sat down for dinner. And every time, he pushed himself up to the back of his chair to gain my approval. Those dinner-time reminders would start to haunt me in the early summer when we learned the reason behind it all. Continue reading

Alumni donation begging out of control?

wsu-picI’m proud to be a Washington State University alumni! But. When you’re having students call about making donations to the alumni organization please empower them to leave the script when appropriate. As I told the sweet sophomore woman studying communications who called me last night, I am between jobs right now, and no, I can’t donate $200 to the school. Maybe next time. She offered consolations about my job situation. Then she continued to sell… Continue reading

Late night sweeps piece fills next day’s news hole

11promoI was watching the Five O’clock News with my teenaged son and in the middle of a commercial break a super-nifty pre-produced promo runs proclaiming a “must watch story” new tonight at 11pm. I was shocked to hear from my son’s mouth, “Cool story, but we can just wait and watch it tomorrow at 5.” Either he’s clearly tainted by my influence, or the jig is up news managers, the audience KNOWS! Either way it’s scary!

Where are all the Christmas trees?

Christmas tree in Great NEck (c) Willow-Townsend ProductionsThere have been more than a few times that I’ve felt like I was living in a foreign country. One of the more recent was when it was time to find a Christmas tree for my family. The past two years in Manhattan a Christmas tree lot appeared literally at our apartment’s door step. Years prior to that in Seattle, the Christmas tree lots were found on nearly every street corner. This year I kept expecting to see one in the parking lot of the local grocer. Inside, you could find wreaths, poinsettias and garlands. But week after week nothing. Perhaps down the road at the hardware store? Or the gas station? Nope. Continue reading

10 things I learned my second year in New York City

Upper west side (c) Willow-Townsend ProductionsI’ve survived another year in New York City. It wasn’t easy or pretty, but we’re still breathing. If you read the first installment of this series (read it or reread it now), you’ll notice this list is a little less positive. Please New Yorkers, I’m not picking on you, this is my experience of being a transplanted Seattleite in some extraordinary conditions. This is not a Big Apple bash. With that caveat, here we go! Continue reading