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I want to be just like the woman at the coffee shop when I grow up.

May 10, 2020

When I was around 20 years old and playing in a band full time, I would stop by the coffee and donut shop, near my apartment, after the gig. You’d always find me and several other regulars there, night after night, winding down from our “shifts” with coffee and a donut.

Or was that the reason we were there?

I knew that, for me, it was more about visiting with the woman behind the counter than it was for any coffee or donut — but oh the donut! The reason it was so good was that she knew I liked the maple glazed kind so, when she saw me coming in, she would take one and drizzle extra maple on it just for me. She’d greet me with a smile and a hug and tell me how happy she was to see me and then she’d always ask how the gig went? 

But here’s the best part.

She listened (really listened) to what I had to tell her. She’d laugh and smile her beautiful smile — I mean, who wouldn’t want that coffee and donut?! She made sure I knew I was special and she knew how special she was to me. Then one night, many nights into this coffee shop routine, I looked around the room and saw on the faces of others what I felt inside — welcomed and cared for — I mattered. If to no one else, I mattered to her and so did they. 

I listened to her conversations with them, as much as I listened to my own with her — this woman — this wise and beautiful woman was in her way…well, healing people from the inside out. Over the years I watched from across the room as laughter erupted, tears fell, and anger subsided. I don’t know what all the stories were about, but I do know they were made better by her. 

One person — one beautiful, wise, kind and caring woman — intently listening to people and making a difference in their lives.  What a gift! Making people feel…no, scratch that, making people understand that they matter and sometimes (by my observations) for the first time. I felt privileged to watch it happen. 

I was reminded of those times as I watched my mother from across the room, listening to my Yittle, just as beautiful as she was all those years ago in the coffee shop. Listening in that special way that she has always listened, and as I saw the look on my little girl’s face (a look I have seen on so many faces before), I felt privileged all over again. Privileged and grateful that my children have this beautiful woman in their lives to listen and listen well. 

Mom, in case I haven’t told you lately, you pour the best cup of coffee — ever. When I grow up, I want to be just…like…you.

Happy Mother’s Day — I love you.

 

I wrote this a few years ago, and it has now become a tradition to share it every year. To all the mothers — I hope your day is special and Happy Mother’s Day!  💐💝🌺

 

 

 

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I was reminded that…

July 28, 2018

Love is a verb. You can give it by showing kindness, through a shared experience, or by simply listening to someone. If you manage, somehow, to accomplish all three of those at the same time? Well, that’s a little bit of heaven on earth. This image is from a moment like that, and I will hold it in my heart and never let it go.

I wish you peace, joy, and an active verb. 😉

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The Personal Side of Moose Peterson

July 10, 2018

In this Personal Side Interview, I get to sit down with my friend, award-winning wildlife and aviation photographer, Moose Peterson. Moose talks about his childhood, his family, and how he met his wife Sharon (Mrs. Moose). For Moose, art and photography were always a part of growing up and the combination sparked a true passion for him, making photography a full-time career. This interview was one I truly couldn’t wait to do and I hope you’ll take the time to watch it here at KelbyOne.

Thank you, Moose. It’s always a delight when we get to talk and the times we’ve shared with you and Sharon are some of the most wonderful travel memories I have — you two are the best!

Kalebra

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The Personal Side of Tracy Sweeney

March 14, 2018

What happens when your passion and determination are led by grace? Incredible, wonderful things that’s what. Sit with Tracy Sweeney and me as she talks about how she got started, her role as a mom, how she connects with the families and children she photographs, and how it all comes together to serve her purpose. The love and gratitude she has for her family shine through in every moment, as does her teaching background in the stories she captures in her work.

This Personal Side of Tracy Sweeney interview was inspiring, fascinating and joyful for me and I know it will be for you too—I hope you’ll make time to watch it.

Thank you, Tracy, you’re kinda marvelous.

Moments, Things I Hope My Kids Will Read One Day

Happy New Year! From Three Wise Men? That’s Weird.

December 31, 2017

I’m not one for resolutions but I don’t want to leave 2017 without saying something to you so I’ll let my late uncles do the talking for me. Since they’re all passed this should be interesting. My mother’s three brothers were all characters and very different from one another—making them the best uncles ever and I loved each one dearly. You can take their advice into 2018 (or don’t) either way, they were awesome, and I wish you a bright, healthy, and Happy New Year!

From the oldest to youngest…

The Coach/Businessman who said, “Don’t let anyone just bring you a problem. They also need to show up with three possible solutions.”

The Cowboy who said, “Never follow a snake into its own hole.”

And the Hippy who said, “Give and keep it—to yourself.”

Love and Hugs and a Happy New Year!

Kalebra

Things I Hope My Kids Will Read One Day

‘Twas the night before Christmas…

December 24, 2017

By Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside on his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

I hope the holidays have you gathered with those you love, telling stories and giving hugs, in homes filled with warmth, love, and laughter.

Best wishes for a bright and happy new year!
Kalebra 

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A best friend…

October 13, 2017

A best friend is someone who lets you venture out or someone who lets you stay close to the shore. Whichever friend you are there is no judgment in love—you just need to stand together in life’s current. I like that about best friends. 💛

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Through the woods…

October 5, 2017

Adventure, strength, darkness, light and to grandmother’s house, we go! Everything to love about the woods. 🌲

Happy Thankful Thursday, everyone. 💛