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May 23, 2013
Letting Go of Shame, Thelma-and-Louise-style
Dancing at the Shame Prom began as an ongoing conversation between two girlfriends. We called it Mondays with Hollye and Amy.
Though we lived on opposite coasts, we met weekly somewhere amongst the airwaves, bounced off of satellites, to share our feelings about life, love, friendship, God, and politics.
It was pure magic, becoming friends. We had found each other, which is always miraculous when you're in the thick of midlife.
New friends are a blessing, but new friends with the same passion, shared mission...well, that's downright extraordinary.
We could usually solve any dilemma within about 60 minutes, but there was one issue we couldn’t quite figure out.
May 23, 2013
Blazing Trails
I went to Washington, D.C. last week to close out my daughter's college experience. She loved Georgetown and made great friends who loved and supported her.
I'm so very proud of how hard she worked to cross the finish line. As for what's next, I'm going to let her pause, catch her breath and decide on her own.
On Monday night, I had the honor of speaking at the Sally Ride National Tribute. Sally was an amazing woman who approached her life's work with a trailblazing spirit. It was such an inspiring night.
At the event, I caught up with my dear friend Billie Jean King, another legend who inspired a generation of women and who continues to be a strong leader in the fight for equality.
The following day, I went to Capitol Hill to interview three more amazing women -- Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, Senator Susan Collins and Representative Jackie Speier -- for an NBC Nightly News piece that aired last night.
These leaders were elected from different states and from different parties but they have all come together to take on the issue of sexual assaults in the military. And because they are joining forces and crossing party lines to do so, I predict that they will succeed, that they will do what hasn't been done before.
May 22, 2013
Giving Hope to Hearts
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I stood on the stage and paused for a moment, taking in the hundreds of little faces staring attentively at me. To my right was a wheelchair, a somewhat sleeker black version than the rickety one I’d used in the hospital.
Slung across my body was what looked like a large square purse to the kids, but essentially held my heartbeat. It contained two heavy rectangular batteries, each the length of an old videotape, connected to wires that led to a donut-sized heart pump implanted in my abdomen.
My jeans carefully masked the titanium metal bar that now served as my leg. I was 16 years old.
The program was called “Everybody Counts.” For a week, children in the elementary school tried out wheelchairs for a shift in perspective, and I was the culminating inspirational speaker.
May 21, 2013
8 Steps to Surviving a Medical Crisis: The Realist's Rendition
In the summer of 1985, when I was twenty-four years old, I think most people would have described me as a "promising" young actor (I'm not sure, and I'm not sure I want to know, how they would have described me as a human being).
I had already been a working professional for most of the past seven years, and had an impressive assortment of leading roles on Broadway and in films under my belt -- enough to be considered "accomplished" in many other arenas.
But "promise" is how we often measure things in this life, and the "promise" of more is what often motivates as we meander (or march, or muddle) our way through.
Then, in mid-September, after a lingering flu led me to various doctors' offices, I was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia, and told it was "treatable, but not curable."
May 20, 2013
New Hope for Healing
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It has been almost 5 years since I lost my mother and other family members to a horrific tragedy. They all meant the world to me, but the love of my mother is like no other.
She was my biggest cheerleader, my reality checker, my nurse, my therapist, my critic, my guide, my teacher, my helper, my friend, and NOW—my angel.
She helped shape me into the person that I am. I miss her dearly and there is not one day that goes by without the memory of her smile, love, and spirit, flashing through my mind.
The past four Mother’s Days have not been easy. The routine since my mother’s passing has been: go to mass, go to the cemetery, go to brunch or dinner and spend time with my mother-in-law.
May 17, 2013
This is Bigger Than Botox
Trust me, I‘m not about to judge how anyone faces the ch-ch-ch-challenges of aging.
Having just celebrated another birthday, it’s definitely a topic that’s on my mind. And on my forehead. And under my eyes. And all over my neck.
As far as Botox goes, I’ve personally never been a fan of injecting toxins into my face.
Ironically, I do inject all kinds of toxic thoughts every time I look in the mirror.
Seriously, I‘m the meanest of the mean girls to my own sweet face. (You should hear the way I snidely snipe every wrinkle, crinkle, bag and sag.)
May 16, 2013
Graduation
I'm in Washington, D.C. for my daughter Christina's college graduation. Wow, the emotions are swirling! Just last year, our first child, Katherine, graduated from college. And now Christina.
It was a blink of an eye ago that I was playing at the park with Christina, braiding her hair, having tea parties, reading her Goodnight Moon.
I'm so very proud of Christina. She challenged herself and she made it. I'm excited for this new phase of her life. Graduating is a thrilling experience but I know, for all these kids, it's also scary because the list of unknowns goes on and on.
Where do they go? What do they do? Can they get a job? Does it pay? Do they have loans hanging over them? Do they move back home?
But for today, and for the next few days, I hope these graduates stay in the moment and let the questions rest. I'm going to try to do it myself. I'm going to pause during these festivities -- pause in the wonder of Christina and pause in gratitude for this moment.
I want Christina to pause, too, so she can feel this experience and so when her own kids graduate, God willing, she can remember how she felt in this moment and how proud we all were of her.
May 16, 2013
Transformation in 9 Minutes a Day
I learned the hard way that life doesn't have to be full of struggle and pain - life's actually meant to be fun, joyful and deeply fulfilling.
For me it took hitting rock-bottom to break open into a profoundly different way of living and brand-new perspective on life.
Just over four years ago was my lowest point. I'd spent my 20s in and out of depression, believing that if I could just find it -- that perfect man, career, number on the scale -- that I would finally be happy.
I spent years in and out of therapy, on and off depression medications, switching jobs constantly, buying new cars, moving to new cities and upgrading my boyfriends, in a hopeless effort to fill that deep void inside.
May 15, 2013
Why I’m (Finally) Done with Nostalgia
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I’ve sometimes wondered if I’ll spend the rest of my life missing my sons as the little boys they used to be.
Though it’s been years since I reminded anyone to look both ways, the sight of a mom crossing the street hand in hand with a little guy with sleep-tufted hair and rolled up jeans can still fill my eyes with tears.
Arriving at an elementary school to give a talk one morning not long ago, watching parents bending low to kiss their children good-bye, observing the sea of bobbing back-packs, the bright art on the walls, the exuberance of six-year-olds beginning their day, I was so overcome with emotion that I had to slip back out to my car for a few minutes to compose myself.
Still, standing up at the podium in that room full of young mothers, I wasn’t quite sure I could trust my voice.
May 14, 2013
The Key is Love: My Mother’s Wisdom, A Daughter’s Gratitude
The following is an excerpt from Marie’s new book, The Key is Love: My Mother’s Wisdom, A Daughter’s Gratitude by Marie Osmond with Marcia Wilkie (from the chapter “Listen”)
You’ve probably seen the ongoing parenting discussion on the Internet, at church, at school, and in various groups on the subject of quality time versus quantity time with kids.
What I’ve learned raising my own eight children is that they don’t want quantity or quality time as any adult might define it. Children want ALL of your time.
And by “time” I mean your undivided, uninterrupted attention. They really aren’t counting the minutes that you spend with them in comparison to others. What they are measuring is how much they feel listened to and acknowledged.





RT @nbcnightlynews: Senators seek justice for military sexual assault victims. @mariashriver reports: t.co/NhyrTcWMMW
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More of my @nbcnightlynews convo with @SenGillibrand, @RepSpeier & @SenatorCollins about sexual assault in military. t.co/lPRwC1Zjrx
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