The story goes that the kids were on the way to school when my grandmother gave birth 98 years ago. My dad entered this world on Lucky Street in downtown Atlanta. World War I had just ended, and the great depression was only a decade away. By the time his twenties rolled around, he dropped out of Clemson, moved to Atlanta, started a four-decade plus relationship with Georgia Power, and joined the Navy to fight in World War II.
Children learn from their parents and I certainly learned from mine. Just about anywhere I go, I run into someone I know. This was always happening to my dad – even long after he retired – while I was growing up. When I get stopped while out-and-about, I smile. I am my father’s daughter and I learned the lesson from him to stop and listen to those around you. My dad touched so many lives because he talked to people, he got to know them. I like to think a little of that is seen in me.
There are many things in life that take us away from finding and experiencing joy. “Life is hard,” we often hear muttered by our friends and family or read on someone’s social post. And, honestly, it is. Sometimes it is so overwhelming, that even our memories of experiencing joy can be hard to recall. It’s that moment when we feel the sadness of life enveloping and drawing us down into a dark whirlpool that we need to be able to connect with joy.
I had the pleasure of doing a workshop for the author assistants at Novelist Inc's annual conference in Tampa this September. It was a great experience to be able to share a bit of why I think authors need to be in social media. And I got to get my feet wet in the ocean. Beach, writers, and talking social? I couldn't have been happier!
Recently in two classes I taught, the question of how to create pins on Pinterest besides re-pinning others' content was brought up. One of my students was concerned with making sure to stay on the right side of copyright law while the other wanted to be able to add content to the Pinterest community. I thought we would take a look today at the various ways you can create pins on Pinterest.
If there is one singular truth about social media, it is that it is always changing and adapting. In the last month, we have seen two major shifts on two of the major platforms - Instagram and Twitter - concerning how their feeds are managed. This has implications for users as well as businesses that heavily rely on these platforms to get their brand messages to consumers. So let's take a look at what this means in the grand world of social media!
The platform that I have been playing with the most over the last year is Instagram. I have thousands - literally - of photos on my phone and one might say I'm obsessed with my fur babies (I did use two of them in this post).
Jana Oliver and I as the Social Media Muses are teaching a class for the Passionate Ink chapter of RWA about Social Media for authors who write more steamy romances. For many writers regardless of the heat level of their intimate scenes, keeping their identity hid from the day job, relatives, or friends can be a challenge on Facebook. A similar situation arises when you are a marketer managing a page for a client, your name doesn't need to be associated with the page - you just need access to do your work. The requirement to have a Facebook account (personal profile) combined with their terms of service (TOS) regarding real name usage and only having one profile account, can make staying under wraps while not breaking TOS considerably more difficult. Fear not - the muses have a few tips for keeping your identity hidden!
A year and a day – at least I’m calling it that even though the calendar only says it’s been a year. 366 days is an important time frame used in many instances to say you survived, met a challenge, a spiritual goal etc… but because of leap year, my 366 day actually falls on the anniversary of the day. You see, March 1st 2015 was the day I lost my mom.
They say that parents live on in their children. A good friend of mine reminded me of this when I was missing my mom recently. And if there is any way I wish to honor the part of my parents that is inside me it is with my actions. Today I honor my mom – dad will just have to wait until May.
My mom grew up poor – and by poor I mean at times living with the fear of impending eviction because they did not have the rent money. Poor as in she started working when she was barely in double digits. Her family was rich with love but material things were often hard to come by. My mom was eight years old in this photo and she hated it. She was embarrassed because the coat was a hand-me-down from her adult aunt, and it was much too big for her, but it was all she had to wear so she did. This impacted my mom for the rest of her life. Though she didn’t say as much, I could imply from our conversation about the coat that she got teased because of it. Decades later, when she and dad moved into Park Springs, a retirement continuing care facility, she was very concerned that she dressed appropriately. When we would go shopping, I could hear the 8 year-old girl wanting to make sure she fit in and wouldn’t stand out for all the wrong reasons.
It’s probably that 8 year-old girl in my mom that made her so aware of the under-dogs in this world. My mom would frequently try to get the person who wouldn’t talk or participate in a group, to join in. She’d whittle away at their resistance, and before they knew it, she would have them talking, opening up, letting her see inside the wounds that kept them at a distance. I called them ‘her projects’ and whether it was the lady down the hall who always looked lonely or the bad card player that drove everyone else crazy, she tried to let them know someone cared. She wanted people to smile.
I've been trying to redesign my website for what seems like years. Time and life got in the way until recently my hosting service decided to incorporate Weebly into its offerings, and I thought, "It has to be easier than Wordpress!" Thankfully, it was.
Now, I have revamped my website and finally added in my blog, The Geeky Side, as part of my home on the web. Possibly I just felt that now was the perfect time for change. I've had more changes in the last year than I can count - we sold our house, bought a new house, remodeled a bathroom, and the list goes on. But the most heart-wrenching change was losing my mom almost a year ago. Renewal was in order. Here's to the rebirth of the flowers and breezy spring days spent gazing at clouds.
A senior lecturer of marketing at Kennesaw State University, Tyra is a gamer-girl, gadget geek at heart.