Showing posts with label ON HOME. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ON HOME. Show all posts

Sunday, August 4, 2013

ON HOME ~ All The Write Moves...



At the age of 45, writer Regina Brett wrote a column for the Cleveland Plain Dealer listing 45 lessons that life had taught her thus far. As a breast cancer survivor, many of those lessons were learned the hard way. Five years later she added five more lessons rounding her list up to 50 and turned her popular list into a book called God Never Blinks. I found her list to be entertaining, inspiring and thought provoking. I thought I would go through each of her lessons learned and write about how that lesson has or has not come up in my own life, now that I am over 40 and feel old enough to have finally learned something.

"A writer is someone who writes. If you want to be a writer, write."
~ LESSON #18

(I must first preface my thoughts on the above by saying that I discovered, after 45 "50 Lessons" posts, that the chain letter of this list that I was working off of was quite inaccurate in the order of Ms. Brett's actual list. I went back and corrected all of my previous entries to match the correct Lesson number. Which is why you find me covering Lesson #18 just now. For myself, who values accuracy and proper quotation, this is annoying. For you, it shouldn't make any difference - the lessons and my thoughts are in the end, the point - not their order of appearance.)

This is the last of my "Lesson" posts. I have finally covered all 50 of them! It is more than a bit ironic that for a writer who hasn't written anything here in over three months, this lesson is to never stop writing.

Ah - but you see, I have not stopped writing. My writing has just been happening on different platforms, for a very different purpose. You may recall (or by now you may have completely forgotten; it has been so long) that I took on a new job that allowed me to work entirely from home while still being the primary care giver for little Sammy. This virtual role is generally administrative; office management in nature. But it also requires quite a bit of creative writing.

No, I'm not working on the next great American novel. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I am creating enticing stories, designed to inspire readers into action and connect people in need. Sounds pretty fantastic, right? Hmmm. Well. When you approach it from that perspective, I suppose it does. You see, the creative writing portion of my job occurs during the task of crafting job advertisements.

I work for a boutique recruiting firm for the high-tech industry. Part of my job is to manage the job search process - from drafting agreements, to writing, publishing and promoting ads, to assisting with search efforts, to overseeing bookkeeping for all placed positions. While a large portion of the talent that we deliver comes from our recruiters' direct sourcing efforts or our internal network and referrals, there are still many candidates who come to our virtual door purely in response to the ad they find online and within social media promotion.

It is a challenge to take a boring template job description and make it an edge-of-your-seat actionable job ad, that will filter the appropriate candidates and stand out from the sea of similarities in the want-ad world. Not only do I need to promote our client while disguising their actual identity (because if you know who they are, then you bypass my firm and go direct) but I also need to re-purpose the job description into original content that again, does not lead you direct to the client, but also does not penalize our website's SEO standing, as the duplication of existing online content will most certainly do.

On top of that, I am tasked with giving candidates more preferable detail. I don't just need to tell you about the company, the location, the salary and the requirements you need to have to be considered. I need to also tell you what things you will be expected to do and accomplish in this role. That last part is a rarity in the job ad world. Yet it is something that can weed out underqualified applicants, by giving more clarity on the actual responsibilities involved.

Because we tend to place senior/management/executive level roles, the most sought after talent is already employed. An ad needs to really sell the hiring company (our client), the opportunities a candidate would have, and the achievement path it provides. It needs to convince a highly talented candidate to leave their comfortable job for something else. Therefore, I approach our ads as marketing posts; not brief, elitist bullet-point ads that keep the interesting and helpful details at bay, attracting no one but the desperate.

This writing of job ads is not very exciting. In this format, and for someone (myself) lacking a strong knowledge base in the industry we serve, it is also a bit time consuming. But it is interesting. With each one, I learn about the varied careers out there, what they entail, and how competing companies can value very different qualities for, essentially, the same roles. And whenever a candidate engages with us in response to one of these ads, and goes on to be hired, I feel happy knowing I helped people connect in order to pursue new dreams together.

And then Sammy tugs on my leg and tells me that he tooted. Which in 2-year-old speak means he's got a messy diaper that just cannot be ignored.

A writer writes. In whatever format afforded them. Make the most of your opportunities for writing and approach them all with the same passion you would feel if you were, in fact, writing what you wanted to write most of all. It will make the effort more enjoyable, give you a sense of pride and hone your skills for the day when time belongs solely to you, for whatever writing you choose to do.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

ON HOME ~ Supervising The Shed...

Waaay back in November, 2009 Andy decided it was time to save our shed. Or rather, he could no longer avoid the issue. As I shared with you previously, when we bought our house in July, 2004 the shed was in a sorry state. It was ignored for several years and in 2007 when we built an addition, it avoided demolition but escaped repair. When a refinancing approval forced the issue, Andy finally gave the shed attention. For about a month, at which time the snow arrived and delayed further progress until the Spring.


Since the shed project began, a lot of things have happened in the world. Oil decimated the Gulf. Miners were rescued in Chile. Bin Laden was found. And bit by bit Andy chipped away at the shed. One thing happened in our personal part of the world to help motivate the shed's overhaul completion - I got pregnant and gave birth to Sammy. I was determined to have that shed finished before the baby arrived.


After countless hours of nagging, endless trips back and forth to Home Depot, extremely sore muscles and a decimated budget, I am happy to report that Andy FINALLY got that shed completed just before Sammy came into the world the end of July. He has turned an unstable, rotted, leaky structure into a sturdy, attractive and fully functional man-cave - er, I mean, shed. In addition to storing all of that stuff Andy likes to putter with in the yard, it also has a workbench area for him to play with his power tools, shelving for all of his softball gear and that hideous Baby Jeter trophy, space for firewood to stay dry and a wood stove to keep Andy and his hockey buddies warm in the winter. All he needs is a TV out there and he could move in.


For all of my nagging, teasing and complaining, I am very proud of his hard work. Other than some assistance with structural improvements and electrical upgrades, he did it all himself. He designed and implemented the sliding track barn doors. He nailed on each cedar shingle by hand. He put on all the roofing shingles and painted all the trim and the doors. I supervised. What a team.


Before and After views of the shed entrance off of patio...


Before and After views of the shed from the back yard...


Before and After views of the shed from the neighbor's...


Before and After views of the shed from the street...


Before and After views of the shed storage area...


Before and After views of the shed workbench area...


Before and After views of the shed interior looking out the door...

Saturday, September 10, 2011

ON HOME ~ Boston's Healing...

At the entrance of Boston's Public Garden you will find the city's memorial to 09/11. The poetry selected for the memorial, describing the surrounding environment, is a very serene and contemplative piece which I feel does well to honor those lives lost 10 years ago and perhaps aids in healing some painful memories for the souls left behind.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

ON HOME ~ How Natick's Twinkies Saved The World...


Why didn't any of you tell me that Natick was a part of pop culture?! Here I have been prattling on week after week sharing snapshots in photos and words of my adopted hometown and none of you mentioned that Natick saved Family Guy's Griffin family from perishing after the Y2K nuclear crisis. All thanks to a Twinkie factory. You see, I don't watch Family Guy myself (I know, I know - it's really funny). But I do know that Natick was home to a Wonder Bread factory and store where they mostly sold bread - but I'm sure you could get the Twinkies too if you wanted them. And everyone knows that Twinkies never go bad.

So of course it was natural for the starving Griffins to leave RI and make their way across the border to the nearest Twinkie factory in Natick, MA in the "Da Boom" episode from Season 2 which aired over the Christmas holiday in 1999 (see clip below):



If ever we have a real nuclear crisis however, I am afraid we won't have all those Twinkies to carry us through. The Wonder Bread factory was demolished the same year that episode came out. The fancy addition to the old Natick Mall, now known as the Natick Collection (oo-la-la), was built in its place. Somehow I don't think overpriced clothing from Neiman Marcus will be as useful. Perhaps they should demolish the mall and bring back the fragrant smelling factory.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

ON HOME ~ Faithful Options...


I have shared before here that I am not an especially religious Bumble.  I don't belong to any specific place of worship or participate in any one religion's organized gatherings.  It doesn't mean I have no faith - it just means that I do my practicing internally.  I've attended services in a variety of churches and temples throughout the East Coast.  I have been to countless wedding ceremonies spanning a spectrum of beliefs and traditions.  I find them all to be quite interesting.  Catholic services provide the biggest workout.  Lots of standing and sitting and kneeling going on there.  Greek Orthodox especially appreciate the trinity as well as the incense.  Presbyterians in general are less stuffy and ceremonial.  Baptists are the loudest.  Jews tell the best stories in their message.  I haven't encountered any Muslim or Buddhist temples yet.  I look forward to those experiences some day.

All religions have the same basic tenant at their core.  A belief in one guiding message with one wise leader showing its followers the way.  It always amazes me the many different ways the collection of humanity decides to practice their religion.  How two people brought up in one religion can end up interpreting that message in completely opposite ways.  How many wars are fought in the name of faith.  How much money is raised.  How many scandals occur.  How much giving is borne.  How many lessons are taught.  How much pride and confidence is gained.  Religions accept, they banish and they forgive.  The ability to recognize our differing allegiances and support our rights to follow them is what makes me most happy to live in the country that I do.

In this region Catholicism is the majority and not a minority.  But my town of Natick, MA offers many choices in the religious tapestry:
  • Albanian Orthodox
  • Baptist
  • Catholic
  • Christian Scientist
  • Congregational
  • Coptic Orthodox
  • Episcopal
  • Jehovah's Witness
  • Judaism
  • Lutheran
  • Methodist
  • Presbyterian
  • Unitarian
Massachusetts was settled by Puritans with an idea towards the freedom to worship as you saw fit - until of course the settlers decided to become missionaries to all the local Indians instead.  I'm sure that's why there are so many picturesque New England churches dotting our landscape.  Places of worship come in many different shapes and sizes, with any number of faiths displayed on the shingle outside.  Having the ability to pick and choose which one to follow is a great freedom.  Even if it means creating beliefs of your own.

Does your town have a variety of faiths represented?  Have you experienced another religion's way of worship?

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

ON HOME ~ It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood...


We are extremely lucky Bumbles.  When we made the decision to buy our house we went through lots of home inspections, town research, financial planning and legal paperwork.  We felt we had found the best lot in a great town with a plan to expand the home to make it into what we wanted it to be.  But there is one thing that can spoil all of that hard work and shatter dreams of a perfect home.  Neighbors.

You never really know them until you move in.  And with fingers crossed you scope them out.  Our neighbors are more than the people who live next door.  They are friends.  They are watchdogs.  They are entertainers.  They are fixers.  They are lenders.  They are confidants.  I told you we are lucky.

They like our company and we like theirs.  Our street is a dead end and all the kids ride their bikes up and down it all day.  They have big group games of hide and seek using all of the yards on the street as their boundaries.  Everyone knows everyone else's kids.  We know each others cars.  We know when someone comes in who doesn't belong.  And we watch out for each other.

Backyard parties are an open invitation to drop in.  We fix each others stuff and borrow what we need when we run out.  We mow each others lawns, shovel each others driveways, clean out gutters together, share tree removal expenses, make a united front at town meetings, feed each others pets and keep spare keys in case of emergency.

We share in the building of, filling and maintaining of a backyard ice rink next door where everyone gathers in the winter for further neighborhood bonding.  We play music together, we give advice, we bring each other our mail that the mail lady never delivers properly and we stop in for drinks, bringing snacks to watch the game.

We bought our house because we loved the lot, the town and the potential to expand our home into exactly the way we wanted it to be.  We love our house because our neighborhood is the way it was when we were little.  It is safe and friendly.  Because we all get out of our homes and get to know each other across the way. 

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

ON HOME ~ The Little Library...


As part of my virtual tour for you of my adopted hometown of Natick, MA I recently gushed about its public library in the center of town.  And while that library is amazing in size, service, collection, history and architecture it is not my favorite library in Natick.  You see, we are lucky enough to have not one, but TWO libraries in town.


The Bacon Free Library is located in historic South Natick, a short walk from where we rented our apartment before buying a home closer to the center.  When we lived there I was too busy with planning a wedding and trying to find a home to bother with reading.  In fact, that point in my life came near the end of a long reading drought so I never stepped foot in the "little library" just up the street until I became less self-absorbed and had moved across town.  But the first time that I did visit it to pick up an inter-library loan I actually gasped.  What the heck had I been missing?!


This place is very small and very old.  It smells like you are living inside a very old but very well loved book.  It looks like you are browsing around someone's home.  It is compact which makes it impossible to be there without getting to know the others visiting the library that day.


In fact, it is best known for its incredibly popular Story Hour.  Families pack the place with kids eager to be told tales from kindly librarians with a gift for capturing attention and harnessing imagination.  There are also monthly Art for All programs which encourage people of all ages to stop by and become creative together in the medium of the month.  Then there is the Author Series where writers big and small give intimate talks to interested patrons.  Sue Grafton is one such example.




The library is nestled along the banks of the Charles River - that pretty slice of water you see the Boston 4th of July fireworks shoot off of each summer.  Of course, The Charles stretches throughout the state, but the downtown shots are how most people recognize it.  But that is a post for another day.  The library sits up on a hill and the sloping hill plateaus out underneath huge shade trees with the beautiful Natick Dam spilling behind on the river.  This is where they host the authors, free music performances, garden tours and fund raising events.  It is tucked out of the way of the traffic and is just an awesome spot to dive right in to that new book you just checked out.

Natick's Historical Society is housed in the basement of the library and has very limited hours but I am hoping to get there one day when they are open.  I would love to know more about the building itself.  All that the website tells me is that the library has existed since 1880 and is one of the oldest in the country.  Like libraries everywhere it is hurting from budget cuts and is doing its best to stay open and staffed full-time with employees receiving part-time wages.  This past weekend they had a big rummage sale which netted me a stationery set and a small rug for Andy's latest Andy Town project - the shed.  But there were lots of other pretty items to choose from.


I hope its doors are able to stay open for this section of the community.  It is like the Mom & Pop store trying not to get overlooked by the big chains.  I do my best to support it and wish I had spent time there when I lived just around the corner.  Natick's "little library" has a big heart and a long history.  And we are lucky to have her.

What types of events or services does your library offer for the community?  Do you even think of your library as a place to go for something other than books?  What kind of fund raising methods does your library use?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

ON HOME ~ It Takes A Graveyard...


When I was a child, my mother used to bring my brother and I to old graveyards and do rubbings of all the old headstones.  Some might think that macabre but I always thought it was cool.  It was like an art project outside.  And a history lesson too.  Back in the day, headstones were carved with pretty designs and carried wonderful commentary about those who left us behind.  They tell stories to anyone wanting to take the time to visit.  Which is why I wandered over to the old cemetery in the historic section of South Natick in my adopted hometown to see what stories it held.


These are the types of rubbings my mom would make.  This particular design was very pretty but also kind of spooky.  And it was quite prevalent throughout this old graveyard.  I am used to seeing religious symbols recreated in graveyards but not this intricate weeping willow design.  I don't know the meaning behind it but I would like to know.


Here is one of the headstones that was adorned by the willow design.  The decorative carvings may have a meaning behind them unknown to me, but the words laid out at the bottom of each headstone speak volumes about what the surviving family wants us to know about the departed.  They tell terrific stories all their own.  This is Ms. Olynda Bird.  She died in 1828 at the age of 28 and was virtuous and amiable.  But I loved the gift of words peeking at me from the base of her headstone:

"She was a daughter lovely a sister dear,
A faithful companion and friend sincere,
She left this world of woe and pain,
Our loss we trust is her eternal gain."


Some people resting here are not as easy to get to.  There are sections overgrown tucked in corners surrounded by weeds that I am hesitant to wade through for fear of poison ivy.  And this marker specifically reminded me of Neil Gaiman's terrific YA book, "The Graveyard Book," where a baby crawls into a cemetery after his family is murdered and is protected and raised by the spirits who live there.  Some areas are more overgrown than others and he meets some very special folk in those particular places.  I wonder who this old soul was?


Sadly, in old graveyards especially, you find more young souls than old.  This plastic statue was placed on a footmarker of a child's grave.  I thought it was a real carving until I went to touch it.  But rather than be disappointed in fake stone I was touched that someone in modern days cared enough to place it at the grave of a child who died so long ago.


Sometimes I will admit, it does get a bit creepy in graveyards.  These markers have been invaded by a grand tree that at some point was planted as a small sapling to bring shade and comfort to these families' mourners.  Now it is pushing the gravestones aside.  It looks like a Halloween set-up and gave me a bit of a shiver in the bright daylight.


This site made me proud.  Many of those left at rest in this graveyard were veterans.  Of the Civil War.  Such a deadly war and tremendous sacrifice of life that our country survived.  That is an important lesson cemeteries teach us.  Every life has a story, and many contributed to important moments of history.  You can learn more about your region's people and their impact at a local graveyard than you can in the history books sometimes.  All you need are a few lasting headstones and a curiosity to delve into their meanings.  I can't wait to visit our town's Historical Society and learn more about the people whose markers tell the tales of my town's past.
Does your town have a cemetery?  Have you ever stopped to read the stories left behind in the engravings and appreciate the art displayed in these final impressions?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

ON HOME ~ A Walk In The Woods...


Before we bought our home here in Natick, MA not far from the center of town, we rented an apartment in South Natick which is mostly residential and the more historic part of town. It is a quiet little section of farms and history, along with the Charles River running through. It also abuts the town of Wellesley which is a very rich suburb of Boston and home to Hillary Clinton's alma mater, Wellesley College where the movie Mona Lisa Smile was set and filmed. Just on the town line, across from the farm that was our apartment's view, lies the Elm Bank Reservation which we never got around to visiting when we lived there. So, when we were looking to get some fresh air without travel hassles this past Labor Day we decided to go back to our old stomping ground and see what Elm Bank was all about.

The first thing we learned was that even though the entrance appears to be in South Natick, Elm Bank is actually in Wellesley. As if Wellesley doesn't have enough claim to fame! The second thing we learned is that it is not very clear where you are supposed to drive and park once inside in order to find the hiking trails. First there are a bunch of soccer fields but the road keeps going and so did we. There is a Visitors Building a ways down but it was closed when we arrived. There were no maps or explanation as to what the various buildings were. We finally ran across a worker escaping the closed building and she pointed us down the road farther to the trail head.


Elm Bank encompasses the Charles River Peninsula and the wooded path follows the banks of the river while wandering in and out of the cool shady trees with a wide and level path soft on your feet due to all of the fallen needles from the trees. I was expecting a bit more of a river view but it was very peaceful. There was only one formal bench that we found and so we had to eat our picnic lunch on a rock along the way. We saw people on bikes, couples, families, strollers and tons of happy dogs. There was even a man with a terrific baritone voice singing away to himself in his kayak as he paddled by. The trails were not marked and forked off in many spots and at some point we made the wrong choice and ended up back at a service road near where we parked instead of looping around the rest of the river.


Back at the Visitors Building, the gates were open to a series of fantastic gardens run by the Massachusetts Horticultural Society who is headquartered here, and although generally the admission appears to be $5 per adult, the ticket gate was closed so we gave ourselves a free tour of the garden grounds. There are formal gardens, gardens for Goddesses, herb gardens, experimental gardens and my favorite - Weezie's Garden. Weezie's Garden is a garden designed with kids and the inner child in mind. You can run around, play hide and seek, climb on, in and around structures, dig in the sand, play with rocks, splash the water and explore the flowers. Every single child in the vicinity tugged on their parents to go into Weezie's. Many knew it by name so it was obviously a favorite place.




All in all, it was a great way to spend a beautiful holiday afternoon with summer days winding down. And just because summer was still with us, we stopped by for a treat at the local ice cream parlor in the center of town before heading home. It was like the cherry on top of a perfect day.



How did you spend your Labor Day? Does your town have a pretty spot to enjoy nature?