I survived the mother-daughter weekend!

I had a mother-daughter weekend in the DC area. A cousin got married and Mom asked me to be her date. Dad is doing pretty well, but his health ups and downs mean he’s less likely to enjoy all of the standing around a wedding reception can entail, or a four-hour car ride.

I was [mostly] happy to step in, for the chance to see relatives and to try to see old friends in DC, time permitting.

And to see my mother too, yes. So long as she didn’t comment on my weight, hairstyle, lack of boyfriend and/or failure to visit.

The wedding was lovely.

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Twitter Spotlight: Ty Bentli

Eventually, my goal is to include the whole crew from Sarah, Ty & Mel show in the Twitter Spotlight.

I was off to a great start with Sarah. Later, I featured Samy. And now, here’s your chance to get to know Ty.

Look out, Mel. Resistance is futile.

Via AllAccess.com

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Twitter Spotlight: Carol Blymire

I am so impressed by entrepreneurs. The courage it must take to strike out on one’s own!

Carol Blymire is one of these brave souls. She has her own business.

Carol Blymire

But thanks to Twitter I also know that she was in a Rush cover band, practices Transcendental Meditation and has a super-cute dog, Dexter.

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Guest post: Going Home

You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.

The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.

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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.

I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.

I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.

I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.

There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.

Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.

This new thing I’ve been doing

Twenty-five pairs of eyes stare back at me.

A young man in front asks question after question, all of which sound less like questions and more like statements meant to make him seem smarter than the instructor.

The instructor who is me.

I have taken on a new project recently teaching a class at a local university. For obvious reasons, I can’t share too many details. But I wanted to let you know why I have been posting less than is my normal. Teaching is in addition to my full-time job so I have less free time than usual.

Teaching is a bit outside my comfort zone, but in a good way–at least so far!

For your enjoyment, here’s a pic of me from a pajama party-themed fraternity mixer a gazillion years ago.

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If you have any advice for me, I would love to hear it. What made you like and learn from your favorite professors or teachers? Any “what not to do” tips?

XO,

Professor Chicklette