Five Years – What Would Mickey Say?

Those who knew my father ask me what he would think of 2020. My brother and I know he would still watch sports, as aggravating as he may find the business of it. He always muted the sound anyway. He would have more to say about the Middle East than has been discussed, distrust of China, and he would rail against communism. He told me 30 years ago whites will be the minority. He only would have CNN on in order to closely watch the stock market stats scroll across his television with the sound muted of course. His other opinions are absolutely not repeatable but only to those who get his humor and intelligence know Mickey would have given great advice. We need his input more than ever.

Things My Dad Taught Me

Five years ago (12-1-15) my dad passed peacefully at a beautiful hospice facility in Florida. It was just a few miles away from where he’d practiced medicine most of his life. The peace my brother and I found there helped my dad transition to Heaven in God’s Grace.

Being at hospice was, however, not my father’s plan. He’d chosen to die at home which did not happen.

I’ll start right here with what I’ve learned from the good doc, Mickey. These are only a few of times with dad that I’m thinking of now. He always made me laugh until I cried. I wish I’d saved some of his stories to share here. There are just too many!

As a doctor he had a stellar reputation and was proud of so many diabetics and others he kept healthy and walking. The list is long but here are some of the strange but normal Mickey-isms.

1. Always have a plan B.

My father grew up in a rough part of Philly called Strawberry Mansion. Each street of row houses were of different and divided ethnicities. His mom was a bad-ass card player, a family trait, but not motherly. He grew up rough and learned young to plan ahead and live independently. He said a piece of grass growing through the cement crack was his yard. He worked his father’s newspaper stand in downtown Philly while “I was still a toddler drinking milk from the bottle,” he insisted.

Stumpy, a one-legged man mentored my dad in sex (at seven), cigarettes, life in general. Herchey Metterman was his life-long friend. He sued the federal government and won — a fact that amazed my dad. They all had mob connections, learned a lot about unions, gambling in Atlantic City and getting lost in New York City a lot, on purpose.

For Mickey though, his plan was education for elevation. He hated the cold weather and eventually moved to Cocoa Beach. For his children, he saved money, asked a lot of us, separated us but kept us bonded, and made us study and excel.

2. Apply yourself at work and always continue to educate.

Read, read and read more. My mother (gone 11 years) and father were avid readers. Mickey was able to attend a privileged high school and college after earning full scholarships. He graduated early, was offered medical scholarships and became a foot surgeon (because that was what they offered for free) by 23. He continued to learn, teach and lead in his field. As I mentioned, he was a special man to many patients. I ran barefoot at the barn. He treated my feet too, set my broken leg, and didn’t yell that much.

3. I’m going to die when I’m 50.

For the love of God, he told me this a thousand times. Heart problems were common in his family, primarily the men including his dad and brother who did die young. Mickey lived to 83 after a triple bypass about 20 years prior. The key: Mickey always did 100 sit-ups and 100 push-ups every morning, every day. He loved yard work and between these exercises he stretched out his life expectancy. I’m so grateful. He also passed on the love of exercise to me, my brother and his grandchildren. Until the end, he did yard work in his old office attire with no shirt so the ladies could check him out. Despite the attire, they looked and offered casseroles which is apparently really important.

4. Mickey did have a heart.

I always knew he loved me and my brother, my cousins and his relatives. As far as my mom, I recall ducking the flying ash trays thrown between the two. My parents divorced six months after I married. It didn’t take long for Mickey to seek out his high-school girlfriend. They lived another 20 years before his love died of lung cancer (she was a non-smoker). While they were in their honeymoon phase he left her love notes, expressed feelings and emotions I’d never seen. Lesson learned here for me is to love and love hard. Let there be no boundaries when you find your soul mate (assuming it’s healthy love). Act like a kid as much as possible. Check the box “yes, I love you.”

5. Stop being a door mat. You’re too nice.

My dad always told me I was too nice, vulnerable and gullible. He told me many times to stop being a door mat, to stand up for myself, to be independent and to embrace my heritage. A kinder version would be in the song Rhiana sang, “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” I’m embracing this dad. And as my former boss and friend, Al, told me before he died, “This isn’t social work Liz.”

6. Never pay to take a job.

Plain and simple. Mickey didn’t believe in network marketing or anything you pay to start. He believed in old fashion work for pay, to save, live within your means and invest. Ironically I truly suck at networking marketing. His words stuck or influenced me beyond his grave.

7. Marry within your religion.

Mickey, married twice but never within his religion. Considering he was an opinionated man, his beliefs took over rather than blended. The difference caused chaos and divorce from two women he did love. His true love was of the same religion. I regretfully repeated this pattern against my dad’s advice. I’m divorced. In the end my father had studied so much about quantum physics that he proclaimed himself an atheist to the pretty hospice nurse dressed in hot pink scrubs. He’d been flirting with her that day just prior to a heart attack at night that led to his passing.

8. Tupperware story and friends.

My dad shared a story with me that happened to his mom. One Tupperware party changed who she trusted and befriended. She hosted the party but no one came. He said she never had another party, ever. He told me this as I was losing many friends. He said people will let you down. Stay strong he said.

After enduring a serious surgery then an even more scary bout of cancer, I routinely missed a monthly Bunco game. I was fatigued, sick and scared. The ladies said, “Who can be sick for a year?” They cut me out. Actually it was for the best as I was struggling for two years only to then suffer the loss of my dad and other close relationships after cancer. Lesson learned here is to treasure your health and any support you have. I had my brother and several dear friends who helped me. I’m grateful and I tell God every night. I no longer play Bunco but I still have parties.

9. Sports and Stocks

Mickey taught me so much about investments, baseball, football, boxing, betting, blackjack, craps, sand in a sock as a weapon, guns, muting announcers he hated and the art of watching sports all day. My children inherited a love and great understanding of sports so it’s a blessing that I feel at home at sporting events and parties in full swing. My dad’s tombstone reads, “He had a good turn at bat.” Mickey was an excellent investor and knew when to jump in or out. What now Dad? Help!

10. Women

I can think of so many funny things Mickey said and did. He was hysterical, a great writer and joke teller, pool player and card shark, a bad-ass drill Sergeant, a brother, uncle, husband and he was our dad. He was a lady killer and found a couple of beauties he called “arm candy” a time or two. Not a nice statement but definitely a Mickey-ism. He often told me to wear heals when I dressed up to show off my legs. He’d get arrested for that now. For me, it works every time.

Beyond looks, Mickey encouraged not only his children but many he met to seek out education as a means to success. When he heard someone say, “That takes eight years!” He’d reply that eight years pass anyway. Make the most of it.” He was a great man who believed in his children and provided “the good, bad and the ugly” which shaped my brother and me into strong, smart and funny people. Dad, you’ll always be my hero and know you’re loved, prayed for and adored.

PS According to dad, WD40 fixes everything! Peace and love ©️2020

My First Friendsgiving

Did I really write my true age?!

I’m 53 and just experienced my first Friendsgiving! Admitting my age is unlike me but I’m learning to embrace the wisdom that comes with the growth and journey of life.

This picture says a thousands words. This is a mixed group of couples, singles, teenagers and babies coming together to give thanks for friendship and the bounty of blessings we have.

Somehow the men escaped the kitchen picture. Sunday football was on the outside patio of this inviting, waterside home. Who would blame them?

Our hosts are originally from Michigan where they learned a lot about loving family and friends. The more the merrier is something they truly believe.

Pictured here are just a few of the wonderful women who’ve become close along with our significant- others, and single friends. It is solely due to our upbeat hosts from Michigan that this tradition is now here for us!

The best part was just being there, being welcomed with warm hearts and happy thoughts. The food was amazing representing everyone’s favorites from the North, South, and even Peru. I ate collard greens for the first time, even though I’m a southern gal, and they were delicious. Now I know how incredible collard greens are. My mama was right!

For a multitude of reasons I’ve never had my very own holiday traditions although I’ve been surrounded by family which is a huge blessing.

I just never had my shot at it. When it came to traditions, I became a follower not a leader due to circumstances out of my control.

I’m blessed and I’m grateful regardless because I’ve survived many difficult holidays including a few involving divorce, cancer and loss.

Through these times I prayed and worked with all my heart to make the holidays special for my children. They are grown now and I can’t wait to see what traditions they bring.

But this gathering felt like it was for me – for us – to celebrate what it is to have cherished friends. It felt really, really good. It took the chill out of holiday blues.

I’m thankful to these special people for bringing a new Friendsgiving tradition into my life. I’m extremely grateful to you all!

PS TY Don Z ©️2019

Warm hearts ♥️


Learning Curves ©️

When You Think The Files Are Gone!

Crafting words is a talent. Many times the words just flow. As a writer of blogs for clients, I have the unique gift to write about any topic.

As important as words so too are the graphics. “A picture tells a thousand words.” Together words and pictures merge uniquely for a sole purpose of sharing messages.

Well stop my beating heart! It is a bad feeling when you open the file to find it empty. It’s not funny friends! What a heart stopper to think of the content lost.

There aren’t thousands of blogs yet but I treasure what I’ve shared. I can’t recreate them!

Luckily, I was able to retrieve them. Lessens learned here include: understand how best to use programs, save and back up documents; copy-write your blog and trade mark your brand.

Lastly, not all blogs have to be long. Get to the point and move on. Your readers will love you for it.

Gratefully yours,


Copyshewrites ™️

My Decade on Facebook©️

Facebook kindly reminded me today that I first joined 10 years ago. Wow! A decade, duh but seriously, a decade. Then and now I’m amazed at the ability it gives us to connect, share and often divide.

Many say that people consistently post happy, everything is fine, bla bla posts. I disagree. After a 10 years of being on FB and raising amazingly intelligent, digitally integrated children who actually do have the best posts, not everything is always peaches and cream.

Yet, many needs are met: people connect; emotions have an outlet; children are rescued; animals are adopted; emergencies are blasted and even love happens.

I do realize the dangers and advise all to safe guard your children, family, and friends from toxic social media outlets.

That being said, I can attest to having breast cancer, deaths, a million reason to complain, I have been able to turn to a digital community of incredible souls who support me when some barely know me. Those far from me can send me a digital hug. Those nearby pray for me. What a blessing!

Perhaps my perspective is rainbows and butterflies because I hear so many complaints about this & that with social media. My perspective is the more you can share love – the joyful vibes, posts, jokes, successes, goals, trips, love, pets, and kids – the better. Keep them coming.

Lastly, realize FB is now integrated with Instagram which opens even more doors. They have free webinars this week updating changes. Enjoy the ride of learning social media and it’s benefits. ©️

#socialmedia #positivity #friendsmatter #Facebook #community #sharejoy #keeplearning

Cats Get It©️

Go ahead. Call me a crazy cat lady. What you may not know is I’ve been blessed to share my life with amazing horses, the best dogs, cats you can’t forget, birds that talk, and even geckos.

To walk a mile in my shoes, you’d learn how each one was and is unique. I won’t argue here which is the smarter (some are just plain dumb too).

Undoubtedly domesticated cats are very “in tune” to people and their environment.

Lovey, pictured above, was not only resting there because the dog was driving her nuts. She intuitively knew I was troubled, a bit sad.

My rescue cat preferred a metal pole more than a pillow as long as she was by me. On a deeper level, I was having a bad day and she knew it. The dog knew it. They all did.

That’s a big part of understanding animals. Understanding that they really do understand you. Not everyone has the same view point about pets but, “to each his own,” as they say.

I’m grateful to the joy they bring me. If you feel the same, I bet you feel blessed. Give them the same loyalty and care as they give you.

The sun rose the next day after Lovey slept on my head all night. Another slate wiped clean. The pets bounced around ready to great meet me and the day.

One can’t help but smile. Having animals in my life keeps me grounded, responsible and joyful.

When possible, donate to your local no-kill shelters or where you deem helpful. There are several in my area and beyond, including one assisting in Puerto Rico for the second time this February. (Comment request for info).

Wishing you pet love. Peace. ©️

EAD Creations ™️

#loveanimals #peace #sweetpets #cats #dogs #bekind

I Need A Pedicure©️

When Kids Return to College, A Mom’s Perspective

(Updated 1-9-19)

My kids are very adept at packing. I raised them to be organized and due to divorce, they’ve had to pack.

From a learning perspective, it’s been been a positive experience. They learned at young ages and became independent packers daily for school and any event.

Now at 19 and 22, it’s packing for college to home to college; equestrian competitions; internships; music festivals around the country: European trips; sleep overs to fishing; to organizing their own apartments.

How organized are they? Well, they are different, in interesting ways and reasons, but they get the job done.

My son’s girlfriend considers organization as “an important trait and a reason she’s been successful in college.” She’s considering it as a side business.

Both of my children can pack in under ten minutes yet their styles are completely different. My daughter can pack for a team of 12 horses and riders.

My son laughed out loud when I mentioned my observations, watching each pack and leave at different times. From day one, he has the best laugh!

It’s a roller coaster of emotions when they come back and forth from school and I watch them come and go.

Each time, which is only a matter of a few months, they individually grow and change. I change. The pets change (two dogs, three cats and a bird when they’re all here).

Even the house changes. It’s clean with a quiet environment for work and life. In less than five minutes it’s filled with sports, DJ sounds of a mixing board to notes of a piano that fill the air, and the staircase steps fill with shoes. Most of the pets end up in my room.

They leave, and in an instant the one dog who permanently lives here is passed out on my feet. I totally understand how she’s feeling at these moments and she’s feeling my vibes.

When I look down at her, I realize I need a pedicure. I’m exhausted from a family medical emergency, juggling a completely full holiday break with no attention to myself. I neglected myself. That is a huge no-no for a happy life.

I realize that understanding change and embedding this in your soul is the best way to keep your balance.

Kids leaving the roost is a huge change. It starts as “empty nesting,” but then frees you to be whoever you want to be now. It frees you for pedicures any time you can treat yourself.

I’m not a fan of change. A lot of meditation has helped me delve into my fears of change. I’m grateful for the tools I learned through guided meditation. They are liberating and help me be the best mom I can be, always and forever. I learned that change bonds us together so I can let them free.

People obviously cope with changes, big and small, in different ways. I finally comprehend that you must keep growing, then change will be delightfully freshening and surprising. “There is nothing so stable as change.” ©️

#emptynesting #collegekids #packing #change #copingskills #blessings #intuitiveanimals #lovemykids #understandingchange

Making My Bed…Mama Made Me©️

Understanding Morning Grief

Growing up it was instilled in me to immediately make my bed in the morning. The habit stuck and research shows doing this is very common among successful people.

After experiencing breast cancer, various other surgeries and what I dub, “The year of death,” getting out of the bed was the goal.

I was completely filled to the rim with anxiety. There was no room for self-love, passion or energy.

Depicted above is my cat just not feeling the bed making vibes either. Animals are so in-tune to human emotions.

My doctors described it as morning grief: an uncontrollable panic attack filled with debilitating tears the very second you open your eyes. I only told my doctors and two friends about the situation in which I found myself.

My psychologist asked that I try to do three simple things per day and progress from there on better days.

Getting out of bed was one. Making the bed was two. I was never quite sure what the third act would be.

Flash forward about one year, an amazing life coach gently opened my heart again and lessened the grief. I learned coping skills from her, a new way to think, felt love from key people and most importantly pulled it together for my children in college and my adoring pets. Someone has to walk the dog!

I’m proud to say that I don’t wake up hysterical anymore. I meditate every night and morning along with prayer. I make my bed even if there’s a big cat lump in the middle.

There are no words for the immense gratitude to the doctors, my amazing coach and friends who understood and pulled me through.

If you’re suffering in any way, reach out for help. Please know there are solutions. And when possible, it’s always good to make your bed.

Eternally blessed & grateful – Me ©️

EAD Creations ™️

#newday #blessingsuponblessings #understandinggrief #makeyourbed

New Year Unveils Updated Cover Uncover the Experience

It was an exciting project creating Unbreakable Spirit with 12 amazing women. Our collective purpose is sharing our experiences, good and bad, in support of women. With gratitude to Sisterhood Folios, Creative Publishing, this book went to #1 Internationally.

This exciting achievement is now included on the cover, updated by Creative Publishing, Carol Starr and her Publishing team. Available with a series of #1 sellers on Amazon.

Happy New Year to us ladies. Let’s do it again! ©️

Gratefully yours ✌️

EAD Creations ™️


Time Is A Unifying Gift©️

Celebrating the passage of time is my favorite “holiday.” This is a time in which most desire blessed memories of what has passed, welcome the best of times, and pray for more time.

Time: past, present and future. It’s not a religion, and it’s not a political view. Time is now and what we make of it. Time is what we have, can help heal and speed away unexpectedly. Treasure all the moments you’re offered by time.

Around the world, we collectively rejoice, love, kiss and pray. Time is treasured at this moment, as we treasure each other. Time is a gift. Celebrate it now and and every tick-tock you hear. 1-1-2019©️

Live, love, play ©️

EAD Creations ™️

#givetime #lifeistime #time #blessings

Five Women Walk in A Bar

Five attractive ladies walk in the bar. Two are besties forever (ok). Two can’t stop gossiping about the other three in front of them (truth). One is drinking to kill the drama (oh yes).

My hope this new year and every year is friends will lift each other up instead of throwing each other overboard. I’ll never waste a vacation again.

My dream is for peace in this hostile world. I pray for a world where my children are safe, blessed, loved, respected, and supported by the best of friends especially if I’m not here. My vacations will be with them.

My goal is to create moments that will send me flying into a new phase of my life. I’ll surround myself with true love, real people, creative, thoughtful and positive people. I’ll write and sell more books, think out of the box, and build strength that no one can touch. I’ll plan awesome vacations. All work and no play is never good.

Wishing you great love, wonderful friends, and a healthy, prosperous New Year 2019.

Live, love, play! 2019 ©️

EAD Creations ™️

#bekind #support #family #friends #womensupportwomen