Thursday, April 03, 2008

The Trouble With Spring

I am searching for heartfelt and inspirational stories about mother-daughter relationships, stories that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories from which daughters and moms might derive hope and guidance after reading them.

What did you learn from this unique parent-child relationship, how it has changed over the years, how you two dealt with conflict, etc? The stories can be about good or bad times, as long as the result is something others can learn from. There are no format or length requirements.

All stories must be submitted or interviews completed by August 1, 2008.

For more information about submitting your story, please visit my website,, and click the red corner on the home page, just beneath the “Projects” tab.

I’m also collecting photos of moms and daughters to display on this blog. If you’d like to submit one, please email it to

If this is your first visit to my blog, please read the Frequently Asked Questions posted on March 20, 2008.

Now on to today’s post:

Today’s photo is one I took for this book. It is of my lovely neighbor Allison and her mom Alicia. And the wild child’s name is Tazz. Believe me, that name is an appropriate description. He’s also known as Momma’s Boy, which is just as fitting.

Another quote I lifted from a recently received letter:

“We had our troubles but I loved my mom more than anything. There was that special bond I couldn’t explain, and I couldn’t ignore it or deny it, either.”

Love explains it best, doesn’t it?

Please remember ladies, you shouldn’t pass on this opportunity to write or tell a daughter-mom story just because your daughter is a tot. Let’s not forget you are a daughter too and your mom probably had a lot to do with raising you!

Not much to post today – I have several interviews lined up which I must prepare for and I’m a little behind on my To-Do List due to excessive socializing last night. Jill and I walk the three-mile route through our neighborhood each day and last night, an evening blooming with Spring, we stopped eight times to visit with other good folks who were out enjoying the evening. Our last visit was on Tazz’s front porch and he opened two bottles of wine. I tell you, he’s a trouble maker.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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