Last month, we unexpectedly were able to visit my niece. She is an awesome young woman. We had dinner and tea — then she showed us her HUGE tea assortment (a picture for another time).
Today, I wanted to share her favorite mug, which was a recent purchase and it is a cup that lifts her up when she has her tea (The “Chip” tea cup from Beauty and the Beast):
Here is a snippet to see Chip in action
Another thing for today’s virtual tea party – the differences with how we experience our tea.
First, we have the person who wraps the string around the handle:
Next – there is black tea with heavy milk:
A little snack with your tea?
Offering some key lime cheesecake for today’s virtual tea party:
Closing with what made me really smile this week. My niece is reading my 2017 book, Conversate (here).
My niece ordered two of my books while we were there visiting (so cool). Tonight she said she was enjoying Conversate and sent me this picture (I forgot I dedicated Conversate to her brother – who passed away in 2017 — and this was a wave of emotion for us both).
Now here is the top smile of the week – what lifted me up.
You see, the Conversate (2017) book (which has tips for parenting teens) was my least favorite book out of my three completed projects. It has a good amount of reads on Kindle (yeah, baby) – and a few paperback sales – I like it just fine, but sometimes wished I had “added this” or “did that.” You know how it is.
However, after she sent me the note and photo, I grabbed one of the proof copies of Conversate and skimmed. I liked this final version so much more than I thought.
I hope this does not sound puffed up – it is more just being proud of your work. I still want to do a Part 2 or a different type of “Tips for Teens” book – but in the meantime, I smile to celebrate.
Next, here is a poem that stood out. It was created to remind parents to not let “things” and “buying stuff” replace love and time with their children. The poem was inspired by a lady in a blue Mercedes who seemed depressed. We were in traffic for a little while and each time I saw her (as the cars stopped, passed, stopped, etc.) she emitted sadness. That was what started this poem.
Our teen drove
a pale blue Mercedes
Sitting in the driver’s seat
Car didn’t meet
Sylvia Plath kind of feel
hands on the wheel
like the color of her car
like a dimmed star
Why didn’t I see
what she really needed
was a relationship with me?
I handed her expensive keys
But what she wanted was free
I could not see
how much she needed me.
Prior, Conversate (2017) page 157
Thanks for joining me for today’s virtual tea, which included the Conversate book share. Later in spring 2021 I will run a promotion on the Conversate book for those that have teens and want a few tips.