Extra Moments

Sometimes coming home can be so bittersweet. As we head north today, I am excited to be returning home. At the same time however, I hate to see our road trip adventure come to an end.

Yesterday we visited the Oklahoma City Cowboy Museum and a woman working in the gift shop asked us about our connection as we were shopping. When we told her that we were sisters and brother traveling across the country together, she laughed and said "Wow! I wouldn't cross the street with my brother." We all laughed but actually, I thought this was a pretty sad statement.

Today is Leap day meaning we have been gifted with an extra day with extra moments filled with opportunities. Take one of those moments today to do something extra for yourself. Whether you spend some extra time playing with your children, extra time hugging someone you love, or spend an extra moment calling your own brother or sister to say "hello"', it will be time well spent.

We have had a wonderful trip together and it has certainly rivaled the best of 1968, as I had predicted. Our faces have changed over the years (will post updated photo soon) but our love remains. I wish you the best of your extra moments today!

Show Me The Way To Go Home

After a great visit with our parents, we are back on the road and making our way home. In many ways, it feels like we are leaving one home for another. Home is not a building and it is not an address. Home is the place where your "people" are and the place where you are completely at ease. For the last few days, home for us has been at a retirement community in the far South of Texas.

We have tasted the life of 80 year olds, and though we are much younger, we found ourselves not quite up to the task. In my mind, I had always envisioned their retirement life as quiet and unhurried however it is quite the opposite. They have built themselves a new home and a life that is full of good friends and activities that keep them busy from morning till night. A typical day might include woodworking group, cards tournaments, swimming, sight seeing, shuffleboard tournaments, Dairy Queen bingo, ice cream socials, and some kind of party or social event every evening. If anything, my sisters, brother and I need to go home to relax after trying to keep up with their lifestyle. For us, we can now picture their Texas winter home and their life there - and this will help us to feel that much closer when we are once again back in our Minnesota home, and talk with them about their days.

Now it is time for us to allow them a return to their routine as we return home. We joked with them that it would be so blessedly quiet for them after our noisy visit and that they would need days to recover. The reality is that they were sorry to see us go and we were equally sorry to be leaving. But we cannot linger as we have many miles of our own to travel on a road bringing us back to the rest of our family and back to the routine of the lives that we have each built. We are tired from our visit but it is the best kind of tired leaving us feeling satisfied and our hearts full.

When we were little, our dad would often sing when we took a long road trip. One of his favorite songs is one that I have playing in my mind over and over as we drive leaving one home behind and getting closer to the home we left behind...

"Show me the way to go home.
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it went right to my head.
No matter where I roam,
Over land or sea or foam.
You will always hear me singing this song,
Show me the way to go home."

Thanks, Mom and Dad, for teaching us what home is and for always sharing your home with us. We love you.

A Dance With A Handsome Man Whom I Love

Tonight, I had the chance to dance with a handsome man whom I love very much. He is tall, and strong, proud, and kind. I have loved him for as long as I can remember and he has loved me since before I was born. Tonight, I had the chance to dance with my dad and it was the special moment of my day.


Although he would likely never consider himself to be, my dad is a very smooth dancer. One of my favorite memories from being a child is dancing with my dad. We would put a polka album on the stereo and he would teach me to polka dance while mom made dinner. He would swing me around the living room, counting 1-2-3, and my feet would never touch the ground.  With him as my dance partner, I would feel graceful, beautiful and confident.


Tonight, I felt that way again as I enjoyed our dance together. My sisters have also had the opportunity to dance with dad, my brother has danced with my mom, and my parents have danced together. We've been dancing, visiting, sight seeing, relaxing, and laughing until tears stream from our eyes and our stomach muscles scream for mercy. 


Before our dinner tonight at the "Wrinkle Ranch" party, the minister shared a prayer giving thanks for the blessing of being together. I am blessed to have this family that I can laugh with and dance with...very blessed.

Whales in Texas?

We've been traveling pretty loose this week - taking the road as it comes, stopping when we feel like it and continuing to move when we choose. After spending the day in San Antonio along the river walk and at the Alamo, we decided to journey on just a bit further outside the city before settling in for the night. We drove for a distance and when we started to feel like stopping, we pulled out the trusty travel guide and the iPad and began searching for a hotel nearby. We began to get concerned when we realized that there were not only no hotels for quite some distance, but there were actually no towns either. We expanded our search a bit further and were able to find hotels but something seemed to be wrong as it appeared none were available for tonight. So I pulled out the phone and called one that seemed to be a possibility...

Me: I am wondering if you have any rooms available tonight?
Hotel: No ma'am (they all call me ma'am here), we are completely sold out.
Me: Could you tell me if something is going on in the area that all the hotels are full?
Hotel: It is because of the whales.
Me: Whales?
Hotel: Yes ma'am
Me: Whales in Texas?
Hotel: Yes ma'am, it is the oil whales (translation: wells) and we are full with whale (well) workers

So we have now realized that literally every hotel within 60 miles is completely sold out due to oil workers in the area - including the "Kuntry Inn" which we would have only considered under such serious circumstances. We are now taking a little side trip to Corpus Cristi which seems to be the only town within reasonable driving range that can put us up for the night. Though out of our way, the good news is that we will wake up at our hotel along the beach, and be able to enjoy a walk in the sand before we get back in the truck and complete our journey to McAllen, and to mom and dad.

You never know what to expect when taking a road trip - sometimes it might even be whales in Texas.

One Moment Can Make All The Difference

Today we visited the Oklahoma City Memorial. I hadn't known what to expect and I think sometimes approaching a situation with no pre-conceived ideas allows for the truest experience. If you ever have opportunity to visit the memorial, I highly recommend that you make the time to visit. The memorial grounds are beautiful and the museum is educational, emotional, and inspirational. For me, I was most affected by how significantly a life can change in just a moment, and by how the very small decisions we make every day of our lives, can have such dramatic impact.


Survivors of the bombing shared many such stories about these little decisions and small moments. A woman who was leading a team meeting that morning told how suddenly the floor in front of her and all the people in front of her, just simply disappeared. She was left standing behind her desk with absolutely nothing in front of her. Because of where she stood that morning, she survived. The state trooper who shared how he decided in one moment to make a traffic stop for a license plate violation, and in that moment, actually arrested Timothy McVeigh just minutes after the explosion. Each of these people and each of us make a million tiny decisions in our lifetimes that lead us from moment to moment, and lead us to where we are in this moment.


One of the memorial plaques read:
"Any change in normal routine - a meeting away from the office, a doctors appointment,or traffic delay - determine whether a person lives or dies. Everyday occurrences, like a trip to the copy machine or a stop in the snack bar, impact the seriousness of a person's injuries. Then, and many years later, many survivors will struggle with the questions "what if" and "why".


One moment can make all the difference. There is no right or wrong in these moments, they just are. Make your moments count today.

"It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it."

Every road trip needs to have its own playlist and our trip South is no exception. Here is our playlist:
     106 miles to Chicago -The Blues Brothers
     Life in the fast lane -The Eagles
     My Minnesota home - Prairie Home Companion
     Running on empty -Jackson Browne
     Iowa -Dar Williams
     Kansas city - Wanda Jackson
     King of the road -Dean Martin
     Oklahoma Nights - Jimmy Webb
     On the road again -Willie Nelson
     Tulsa county -Son Volt
     He rode all the way to Texas -Dolly Parton
     The long and winding road -Ray Charles
     Hit the road Jack - Ray Charles
     Luckenbach Texas -Waylon Jennings
     500 miles -Roseanne Cash
     San Antonio rose -Patsy Cline
     Take it easy - The Eagles
     I've been everywhere -Johnny Cash
     Show me the way to go home -Emerson Lake Palmer
     One for my baby -Bette Midler


Great music that will carry us all the way from Minnesota to Texas. You may notice; however, that the first selection is not a song at all. Instead it is a clip from the "Blues Brothers" movie...


"It's 106 miles to Chicago. We have a full tank of gas, a half pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it."


A classic quote from a classic movie about a classic road trip. Every road trip needs a soundtrack and every road trip also has potential for the best conversations. Picture the Blues Brothers driving through the shopping mall and conversing all along about the sales in each store. Remember Pulp Fiction, and the classic conversation between John Travolta and Samuel Jackson about movie theaters and McDonalds in Europe. These conversations are about nothing at all but at the same time, can sometimes be the most interesting.


I read once that if you really wanted to talk with a teenager about something uncomfortable, the best place to talk is in a car. First of all, they are a captive audience but more importantly, there is something about the fact that you aren't looking face to face and have the distractions of the world going by that makes conversation flow and can make difficult conversations a bit less intimidating.


As we traveled more than 10 hours today, we had the opportunity for lots of conversation - about topics big and small, matters of importance and things that don't matter at all. We have had a moments of laughter, and moments of quiet - the kind that is never awkward and you can only enjoy with those you know well and love much.


The first day of our journey will soon be over. We have gone through 3 tanks of gas, no cigarettes, it's been sunny and we've had torential rain (but we wore our sunglasses). So we continue on, hit it...


Side note: In the final hours of our planning and preparation yesterday, our sister Deb had to make a very difficult decision. She recently welcomed a new grandson who was born more than 6 weeks early. He is 3 pounds of cuteness. He has been doing so good but suffered a bit of a setback on Sunday and Deb knew that she needed to stay home until he is better. We got good news today and are hoping that he will be much better very soon because then Deb will actually fly down to meet us in Texas. I think we will drive in and she will already be at the pool with a glass of wine in her hand. But until then, please keep baby Traigh (and all his family) in your thoughts and prayers. We miss you,Deb and will see you in Texas!

Tomorrow, We Ride...

This photo was taken the summer of 1968 on a family vacation. I am the youngest, my sister Sue is behind me and my sister Deb is beside me, and our brother Steven is peeking from behind. My oldest brother, Mike, was also along on this trip but my youngest brother, Greg, was not yet born.  This is the last photo I can find of this particular group traveling together. I'm certain that there were more trips because each summer we took a family vacation, but as my sisters and brothers got older, their summer jobs quite often prevented them from joining the family vacation and they stayed home while we traveled. (A privilege denied me by the way, due to my somewhat wilder lifestyle and my parent's good judgement!)  But now more than 30 years later, we are planning to hit the road together once again for a family vacation.


Each winter, my parents leave the snow and cold behind, and travel to McAllen, Texas where they soak up the sunshine all winter long. I've never had opportunity to visit them so when they confirmed this year that they were going to Texas again, my sisters and I quickly volunteered to come for a visit. We coaxed my brothers to join us and Steven will be along for the fun. My oldest brother and youngest brother both have commitments at home so they will "hold the fort" as my dad always says.


We load up tomorrow morning in Deb's minivan and begin the long drive south. Along the way, we plan to stop at the Oklahoma City Memorial, spend a day at San Antonio River Walk, and enjoy whatever else catches our eye on the way. We'll spend a few days with my parents and then once again, journey home. I've been looking forward to this trip ever since we first began talking about the possibility. My brothers and sisters are my best friends, and the opportunity to spend this time with some of them, as we travel to visit our parents is the best vacation I can imagine. 


I've packed my bags (way too many, way too much), we've planned our route, and we've made arrangements for our absence from the day to day of our lives.  We have no idea what this road trip will bring our way and the adventure is in the unknown. We'll take each moment and every mile as it comes - enjoying the ride along the way.  And we will return in a week with the memories of a family vacation that may even rival the best of 1968.


Today we pack. Today we plan. Today we anticipate.  But tomorrow....we ride...

We Are All Dealing With "Something"...

Have you ever had one of those weeks where the stars seem to align against you and everything you touch, goes bad? I've been experiencing such a week myself and have had some moments in the past few days of feeling pretty sorry for myself. Looking back, none of it was a major, a project that didn't go right, a communication that  was misunderstood - that kind of thing. We all have those moments, those days, and those weeks when we find ourselves dealing with something that we would rather not. However, a revealing conversation yesterday, brought me back to this thing that I've always known, but quite often forget - no matter who we are, we are all dealing with "something".


Late yesterday afternoon, a peer of mine stopped by my office to chat. She and I have worked together for six years - I admire her greatly and think of her as a friend. However, due to a reorganization in the company a few months ago, we have not had opportunity to partner on any projects and have fallen out of touch. We've sent the usual emails saying "let's get together and catch up soon", we've exchanged birthday gifts, and passed each other in the hallways with just a quick hello.  Recently, I was in a meeting and saw her walk by and noticed that she had cut her hair. She has beautiful dark, long hair and her new cut was absolutely adorable. I tried to catch her at her desk to tell her how much I liked it, but never seemed to connect.  So I was glad to see her stop by yesterday. We chatted for a few minutes and then I told her again, how much I liked her new hairstyle. And that is when she shared with me that the reason she had cut her hair was because she would soon be losing her hair anyway, as she was undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer. 


She was diagnosed in November after finding a lump in her breast during a self exam. She immediately went in for a mammogram and nothing could be found; however, the doctor could feel the lump so after much further testing, they determined there was something there and there was need for surgery. She underwent biopsies and then surgery in December, followed by radiation. She was feeling confident but in early January, her doctor told her that he felt she should undergo chemo so for the past few weeks she has been having treatments each week which leave her exhausted.


But you wouldn't know it to look at her. I've always admired her professionalism but now I find myself admiring her courage. As she told me about her recent struggles, her voice never cracked and she never shed a tear. She shared that she went wig shopping a couple weeks ago and found something that she really likes. And she joked that soon she would be coming to work wearing the greatest scarves and she thought it might just start a new fashion trend in our office - I agree that it will. She is actively beginning to pull together a Race for the Cure team and has started a website for additional activities to support breast cancer awareness. She is now beginning to share her story with people in our office and I was so honored that she chose me as one of the first to confide in. Although, I only wish that I had been more present the past few months to support her. She is 42 years old, she has two young boys, and she is dealing with "something" she would rather not.


You see, that's the thing. When you look at people, you might think they have it all together or that they maybe don't have any problems, or don't wish for anything else in this world. However, the truth is, when you have an opportunity to dig a bit deeper, you discover that everyone is dealing with "something" - sometimes it's as simple as a project that hasn't gone as expected, and sometimes it's cancer.


I guess the lesson to be learned is two-fold - be kind to yourself when you are dealing with something and know that you are not alone even though it may feel that way, and be kind to others... because everyone you meet is dealing with their own "something".

Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn...

My daughter, who is studying psychology at St. Olaf, called me earlier this week to discuss a psycho-analysis that she was reading in one of her textbooks.  At first, this made me a bit nervous – “Oh Lord”, I thought, “Here we begin with my own child starting to analyze me.”  (Not that I wouldn’t benefit from a little bit of psycho-analysis, of course, but I still like to think of myself as her parent as opposed to her patient.)  Anyway, I was relieved when she began to tell me about the case study because it quickly became clear that we were not talking about me, and that in fact, I have raised Mollie so well, that she could quickly and easily identify the woman being described – since I’ve introduced her to this woman, and raised her on her lessons.  It was none other than my ultimate role model, Scarlett O’Hara, of “Gone With The Wind”.

I first saw “Gone With The Wind” when I was a little girl. Sitting in front of the TV, watching the movie with my mom, I had no idea of the impact that was about to be made. True confession time:  since then, I have watched the movie more than a hundred times, I’ve repeatedly read the book, I’ve even read the sequel to the original book several times (even though, at heart, I’m a purist and know the sequel doesn’t really belong in the same category), and just a few months ago, I made a pilgrimage to Atlanta to visit Oakland Cemetery and the burial site of Margaret Mitchell, the novel’s author.  I am not lying and not exaggerating to say that not a day goes by when I don’t hear the voice of Scarlett (or one of the movie’s other characters) in my head as I go about living my days.

For example, when walking into a meeting that I fear might be somewhat contentious, I can hear Mammy say in her Southern growl “and you sittin’ there waitin’ for him, just like a spider.”

When enjoying a glass of wine, I can hear Rhett say “I’m very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening’s over.” Way to claim it, Rhett!

Or, when faced with a problem that I can’t immediately find a solution for, it’s best to go with Scarlett’s key strategy “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”

When asked to do something that I’ve never done before, I can hear Prissy in the back of my mind saying “I don’t know nothin’ bout birthin’ no babies.”

And when I hold one of my grandchildren, I hear Melanie's soft voice saying “Whatever happens, I’ll love you just as I do now…until I die.”

And finally, if I’m down and think I just can’t stand again, I hear Scarlett swear to God that she will not be broken…“As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.”

The psycho-analysis of Scarlett would likely be hotly debated by opposing viewpoints.  Was she a selfish, stupid, stereotypical Southern Belle? Or was she a strong, business woman, who was actually ahead of her time in many ways?  How was her psyche impacted by the death of her father, of her mother, and of her own child? Did the war create her personality or was it only due to her personality that she was able to survive the horrors of war? To be honest, I don’t know. And, frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.

I love her regardless of her psychology.  I think Scarlett is a true and real woman, flawed and yet somehow perfect at the same time. She is driven by the world around her and the needs of her family, but she has her own needs and desires as well and she goes after what she wants with passion. Scarlett knows where she came from and she honors Tara as not just a piece of land, but as her home from where she draws her strength “Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O’Hara that Tara doesn’t mean anything to you? Why land is the only thing in the world worth workin’ for, worth dyin’ for, because it’s the only thing that lasts”. 

And, perhaps, most tragic of all, Scarlett doesn’t realize until it is too late, that she has had all she ever wanted all along but just didn't recognize it…(Ok, this part always get me, by this point in the movie, I am weeping so hard that I can barely breathe…)

Scarlett:  Oh Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling, darling!

Rhett:  Please don't go on with this, leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.

Scarlett:  This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you must care!

Rhett:  No Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me half way, even when I came back from London.

Scarlett:  I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.

Rhett:  And then when you were sick, it was all my fault... I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.

Scarlett:  I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn't think you wanted me.

Rhett:  It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now.

Scarlett:  Oh, Rhett, Rhett please don't say that. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.

Rhett:  My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, "I'm sorry," all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.

Ah…so many lessons to be learned.

And yet, even when she realizes, even when she is once again at her lowest point, Scarlett, like so many real women, finds the strength to raise her head once again and find renewed hope in what makes her strong…


”Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of some way to get him back. After all... tomorrow is another day.”


I hope you find the strength that you need for all the moments of your day. I hope that you recognize the beauty of what is in front of you before it is gone. And I hope that you always have hope for tomorrow and a place to call home.

(I've been working my way through boxes of old family photos of my ancestors handed down to me. Today, I discovered among these antique photos, this picture that my Grandma had stuck in one of the boxes. This is me when I was about 12 years old visiting my Grandma Hart in Pine River. She had this dress and wanted me to try it on because it was so "Gone With The Wind".  With the veil, I may look like a bride but I wasn't dreaming of being a bride, I was dreaming of being Scarlett O'Hara.)

In Honor Of Superbowl Sunday: The Half-Time of My Marriage

In the spirit of Superbowl Sunday, I thought I might share with you some of the wealth of knowledge about the game that I have accumulated over the years and some of my incredible insights. However, I then remembered that I know absolutely nothing about football so it was back to the “playboard” for a new strategy.  As I considered what I do know about football, I realized that though I know very little about the game, I do know some about another topic that holds some interesting similarities to the game of football and led me to the realization that I am currently in the half-time of my marriage.

So this is what I know about football, and more specifically, the Superbowl.  There are a series of games leading up to the real thing. The playing field is narrowed down until it comes down to two teams playing for the final championship.  On game day, there is much festivity, partying and entertainment leading up to kickoff - which is when the real work starts.  The game begins as teams take to the field with spectators, cheerleaders, and coaches watching the excitement. Throughout the course of the game, there are small victories and major setbacks, sometimes a team is penalized for doing something wrong, there is blocking, teamwork to complete a pass, lots of fumbles and interceptions. But eventually, someone manages to carry the ball past the goal line and everyone cheers for their success.  At the end of the game, it is the team with the most points that wins.

For a non-fan of football; however, the true highlights are found in the commercials throughout the game, and the spectacle of the half-time show. This is where football pays off.  For me, I prefer to talk or have some other distraction during the game, but when the commercials come on, everything is silenced except for the volume on the TV which increases, and we enjoy these small moments of laughter.  The first half of the game builds up to the half-time entertainment when we enjoy an amazing show of breath-taking moments.  These are all the moments that I look forward to in a Superbowl experience.

As I mentioned, there are many similarities between a Superbowl game and marriage.  First of all, there are a series of playoff games that finally identify the key draft choice and the most eligible receiver.  The team is then organized and preparations for the pre-game (or wedding) begin.  In my own marriage, we have been very fortunate to build a team that I will call “Team Hart Link” (playing against the other team, for purposes here called “Team Life”).  Our team consists of John and I who both share the role of quarterback leading the team but more importantly, we are backed up by amazing supporters including parents, brothers and sisters, and our children. We have had the benefit of very wise coaches. At times, it has been our parents teaching us about the rules of play, our children teaching us about new strategies, our brothers or sisters teaching us what to do when you are down.  We enjoy the support of cheerleaders and fans made up of so many friends – some of whom we have known for more than 30 years, and some of whom we have recently come to know.  In this game, that pits  us against “Team Life”, we have enjoyed many victories and endured occasional defeats. But throughout our struggles, we have greatly enjoyed so many wonderful commercials filled with laughter and moments of discovery - making the rest of the game so worthwhile.

But now it seems, we find ourselves taking a break during the half-time show. This is what we’ve waited for. Our children are grown.  We now have the joy of seeing them celebrate their lives and we have the amazing experience of enjoying our own grandchildren. We are in a place where we can savor the moments, big and small, and have attained a level of understanding about ourselves and our world, so that we know to appreciate those moments. We can drink wine, and eat wonderful treats, and enjoy the music and the spectacle of everything before us. Of course there are moments of stress and struggle in any half-time show (anyone remember Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson and the debacle afterwards?) but if you are fortunate, there are more moments of laughter in your half-time than moments of distress. My hope is that this will be the longest half-time show ever and we will do everything we can to extend its time.

However, we can’t control the game clock. Eventually, half-time will end, and the work will begin once again.  Again, it will be us against “Team Life” as we continue down the field towards the final moments of the game. Throughout the game, our team may change, our fans may change, and we will ask our coaches for new lessons. Again, we will have victories and we will have defeats. There will be setbacks and turnovers, and there will be wonderful moments when touchdowns are achieved, and when the spirit of the game takes over and makes heroes out of normal players. 

At the end, the best I can imagine is to say that it has been a game well played, that we earned our place in the Superbowl, that we achieved our goal of championship success, and that throughout the game, there was much “holding”. 

So that is all that I know about football.  I hope you enjoy the game day today. For me, I will be celebrating half-time…

The Monkeys Are Running The Zoo

Sometimes I find myself way behind the times. I struggle to keep up with technology, often find myself “discovering” fashion trends 6 months after they are current, and it was just a few months ago that I found out what on earth “planking” is. (If you don’t know, google it.) 

Recently, I found myself behind the times once again when I discovered a project that has been trending on the internet for years and has become a “global phenomenon”.  Apparently, I must not be on the distribution list for memos regarding global phenomenons, because I am only finding out about this now. However, I am proudly and bravely stepping directly into the trend – possibly late to the game – but it can’t be said that I never showed up.

Anyway, in November 2006, SMITH Magazine asked their readers to submit their Six-Word Memoirs which are simply a way of summing up your day, your philosophy, your outlook, or your life in a matter of six words. Since then, the storytelling has continued on blogs, in books, at corporate retreats, and among friends throughout the world.

So here is my challenge to you (we’ll start small – save the full life analysis for when we’ve had a bit more practice)…how would you describe your day today in one six-word story?  My daily six-word memoir is the title of this blog, “The Monkeys Are Running The Zoo”.  Trust me, I could certainly expand on why this sums up my day but I’ll leave that for another time. 

I’m curious about your day and how you would sum it up in 6 words?  Leave your “Six-Word Memoir” in the comments area below and have fun!!!