Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Mandatory After Hair Appointment Car Selfie

Upon leaving the hair salon, it is customary to text a hair-selfie to one's lady friends for approval. Once one arrives home, one's dogs are unanimously uninterested.

Monday, April 23, 2018


I left my car at the Royal Car Wash and walked down the block to Trader Joe’s. I didn’t need anything from Trader Joe’s but this has never stopped me. Once in the market, I fell into an unblinking trance staring at the spice grinders and tiny bottles of hot sauce. They have ghost pepper salsa. Why don’t they make a ghost pepper hot sauce? I was trapped in a Trader Joe’s fugue state and why couldn’t I get out of there?

The walk back to the Royal, felt long. Surely my car had been waiting for at least half an hour by then. I balanced an overfilled canvas shopping bag in one hand and my too-heavy purse in the other. It was warm. I stopped to remove my cardigan. The walk felt uphill, like trying to run under water. I stopped again and set the bags down to give my arms a break.

When I finally reached the car wash, I heard a loud grinding sound. I looked up to see a car wash employee behind the wheel of a police patrol car, attempting to exit the wash tunnel. The car appeared to be stuck and the engine whirred as he floored the gas again and again. I watched as the car finally broke free and lurched full speed into the back of a parked car and then turned, slamming into a man standing nearby.  On impact, the man flew through the air, landing ten feet away on his side. There was a long second of silence and then yelling and screaming.  I set down my bags. This had all been about timing.

I ran to the man lying on the ground, kneeled down, and placed a hand on his chest. “Try not to move.” I turned and called out to the Royal manager. “Call 911.” I turned back to the man,  “My name’s Lisa.”


“Hey, Justin. Can I hold your hand?”

“Yeah. My leg. My leg really hurts.”

“I bet it does. Someone’s calling for help. How’s your pain on a scale of one to ten?”

“Maybe nine?”

“Nine? Justin, don’t be a hero. You just got leveled by a police car.”

“Ha. Yeah, maybe more like an eleven.”

“Are you breathing okay?”


And then we talked. We talked about how he had just dropped off his seven year-old son at school before the car wash. We talked about the Dodgers and Ohtani, the new player for the Angels.  We talked about the previous accident Justin had been in and the pins in his left arm and leg, the same side where he was just hit. We talked about how lucky he was and how much worse this all could have been. We talked about gratitude. We prayed.

The Royal employees stood in a group, talking to the guy who drove the police car and was shaking and pacing. We heard sirens in the distance growing louder.

“Justin, I think your ride’s here.” A fire truck, a police cruiser, and a paramedic pulled in.

“It’s my lucky day, Lisa.”

“It kind of is,” I said.

A cop pointed to the smashed up police car and asked the Royal manager, “Where is the officer that should be with this vehicle?”

“Next door at the IHOP, maybe?”

Justin was a big guy. I waited as the paramedics helped him transfer to the too-short-for-him gurney and loaded him in to the ambulance. Before they closed the doors, Justin patted his heart then pointed at me and called out, “Thank you. You’re my angel.”

I gave an officer a recount of what had happened. The sirens blared again and a confused policeman walked out of the IHOP.  I packed my groceries into the back of my car.

It was a lucky day.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Smacksy Sunday Links

Today is Earth Day. (Shouldn't every day be Earth Day?) Dr. Vandana Shiva speaks about our relationship to the earth.

Best advice(s).

"To be or not to be..." The lovely Andrew Scott as Hamlet. (If you thought Shakespeare was difficult to understand, perhaps you just haven't seen it brilliantly performed before.)

Kids react to being called beautiful.

When joy goes viral. Love these Irish girls.

And a hummingbird dad with babies.

Happy Sunday.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Living Room Checklist

Feverish child on couch - Check
Hydrangea in need of watering - Check
Bowl for upset stomach episodes under coffee table - Check
Mr. Rosenberg playing guitar - Check
Cartoons on TV (The Regular Show) - Check
Dog next to couch - Check
Size 15 shoes on floor - Check
Other dog in hallway - Check
Fluids for hydrating - Check
Saturday Evening in April - Check

Friday, April 20, 2018

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Things You Need to Know Right Now About My Friend Janelle Hanchett

Things you need to know right now about my friend Janelle Hanchett:

Janelle Hanchett is a phenomenal writer.

Janelle Hanchett's memoir I'm Just Happy to Be Here, is coming out May 1 and you can pre-order it here. 

Janelle Hanchett's memoir I'm Just Happy to Be Here is filled with the kind of miraculous writing that occurs when craft meets wisdom meets bravery.

Janelle Hanchett's memoir I'm Just Happy to Be Here is about family and hopelessness and motherhood and tragedy and wonder and salvation and the scars that make us beautiful.

I read Janelle Hanchett's memoir I'm Just Happy to Be Here, in one sitting and then I read it again and you can pre-order it here.