Ever since that fateful day in 1977 when I crashed my bike and broke my arm in two places after my brother and I followed our mother’s explicit instructions to “GET OUT. TAKE YOUR BIKES. AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL THE STREET LIGHTS COME ON,” I stopped listening to my mother.
Leslie (left) and friend circa 1977, from my baby book. Notice the staple.
Unfortunately for me, that was the last time she’s ever been wrong.
For instance…
She told me not to pierce my ears. Result? Double pierced on both sides at age 13 by some clueless teenaged Piercing Pagoda trainee at the Monroeville Mall. Long term result? Thirty years later my ear holes are about as lopsided as my knockers. Continue reading
Psst. You guys. Big news!
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Press Contact: Leslie@InThePowderRoom.com
Author, Blogger, and Editor Leslie Marinelli Acquires Online Women’s Magazine and Publishing Company, InThePowderRoom.com.
ATLANTA, April 8, 2014 – Popular online women’s magazine InThePowderRoom.com (“ITPR”) was acquired this week by Hold My Purse Productions LLC, a company owned by ITPR’s former Editor-in-Chief, Leslie Marinelli, an author, speaker, editor, and award-winning blogger. Continue reading
Howdy friends!
Sorry to have been such a stranger lately. I’ve been working on some interesting new stories that I hope to be posting next week.
But until then…
Tomorrow’s the big day: my Georgia Book Tour Party! If you are in the area and can join us, please come on over — we’d love to see you.
Details below…
Here’s a link to the coffee shop: OVR Coffee Café. It’s located next to Joseph & Friends hair salon in Vickery Village.
I’m so excited I’ll probably be wearing an adult diaper under my dress. Hug me at your own risk.
Yours truly,
Leslie
Kids.
My kids, in particular.
Sometimes they drive me nuts. Other times they make me laugh until my face aches.
And sometimes they make my heart swell with so much love and pride, I fear my chest will explode.
Today is one of those days.
On a brutally early Saturday morning—the first one of their summer vacation—a day when they could have chosen to sleep in or play with friends, my three children unanimously chose to meet up with their scout troops at Georgia National Cemetery to honor the brave men and women who have served our country.
And they did it with such breathtaking reverence and grace, that they even attracted the attention of an AP photojournalist, David Goldman. My oldest, Vince, had his picture in several major online publications over the weekend, which was a huge thrill for our family. Particularly since he’s our quietest one…the child who usually flies under the radar because he’s too busy following the rules to draw much attention to himself.
It didn’t take us long. Many hands really do make for light work, and there were hundreds of scouts and surviving family members there to help. The final result was absolutely awesome, in the truest sense of the word.
There is nothing like seeing thousands of American flags adorning the tombstones of such brave men and women to remind us that freedom isn’t free.
If you ever get the chance to take your children to a National Cemetery, particularly on a day like Memorial Day or Veteran’s Day, run—don’t walk. Photos simply cannot do justice to the way you and your children will feel when you see such humbling sacrifice in person.
To all the soldiers and their families who have proudly served our country, we salute you and we thank you.
Happy Memorial Day from my family to yours.
Hello lovers.
Three things:
1.) I am trying to turn over a new leaf in my financial management. I’ve had a series of humiliating experiences lately that feel like God’s way of slapping me across the face to get my shit together. Unpleasant, but motivating.
2.) I’ve written about one of those humiliating experiences In The Powder Room today. I’d love for you to read it and maybe give me some tips on how I can avoid this situation next year.
3.) If you live in the Atlanta area and would like to meet one of the coolest women I’ve met through blogging, syndicated columnist Tracy Beckerman is doing a book signing of her hilarious and highly relatable new book Lost in Suburbia: A Momoir: How I Got Pregnant, Lost Myself, and Got My Cool Back in the New Jersey Suburbs
I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that I absolutely ADORE Tracy and her book rocked my socks off. It is rare that I can say that I wasn’t able to put a book down (because honestly, between managing all my body hair and attending so many twelve step meetings, who has the time?), but that’s how I felt about Lost in Suburbia and I was even compelled to write an Amazon review for it, which is one of those extra steps I hardly ever manage to pull off. But read this book and you’ll see why I consider Tracy one of my mentors and want to be a humorist just like her when/if I ever grow up.
Don’t forget, I’m In The Powder Room… still looking for some of my receipts. DAMMIT.
Have a great weekend!
With big love and a sincere desire to beat my addiction to the adrenaline rush of barely meeting federal tax deadlines,
-Leslie (aka “Iris”)
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