May 272015

One of my favorite strategies to add magic to my life is remembering to Go Off-Script with people. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking around in The Truman Show—like somewhere along the line, we’ve all agreed to stick to the script, to choose one of  six approved lines to throw at each other (Great weather we’re having! Love the scarf! I’m fine, and you?) and never, ever say what we’re really thinking. It’s like we have two voices: a juicy one in the back of our heads saying interesting, true, dangerous, delightful things and the other voice that shushes the juicy voice and sticks to the Script. That voice is safe, but she’s also kind of a yawn-fest. And she doesn’t unlock people. She doesn’t wake anybody up. When we stay on script, so does everybody else. When we jump off script, others do, too—and things get interesting.

Yesterday I was waiting for the lady behind the post office counter to help me. It was taking awhile. I felt like saying something, so I invited my juicy voice forward. Instead of saying “nice weather,” I said, “That little girl in your locket is beautiful. Who is she?” And the woman stopped working and looked up at me. She grabbed onto her necklace as if she’d forgotten it was there. Her eyes lit up and her body language softened. And time seemed to stop as she explained that the little girl was Laura, her daughter, and that Laura had passed away seventeen years ago. I said, “I’m so sorry. Laura was beautiful. Laura’s eyes are so bright.” And she said “It’s good to hear her name. ”

There you go. We were not just customer and post office employee after all. We were two mothers. Two women. Human connection made. I’m so glad we didn’t miss each other. Meeting her put my whole day in perspective. Life Off-Script is just another way to live AWAKE, to remember that each person who crosses our path is a teacher. Tweet: Going Off-Script is a way to live AWAKE-to remember that each person who crosses our path is a teacher. @momastery It just makes everyday life a great adventure. Here’s another example of some Off-Script Magic.

Several weeks ago, I sent this email to Tish’s teacher:

Dear Mrs. B,

I am writing to regretfully explain that Tish’s homework folder has somehow disappeared into the black hole that is our family home. Since you know my baby girl you might understand that this occurrence is: The Official End of The World. THE END, Mrs. B. It is over. I am trying to contain the weeping and gnashing of teeth, but Tish has decided that since her folder is missing, it is time for her to finally give up on making something of herself. This is quite sad for our whole family. We really thought this one had potential. Thank God we still have two more.

Please accept this mama’s humble plea for a new homework packet. As for the original packet, I am certain I will find it somewhere in our mini-van right before Tish graduates from college. IF we recover from Foldergate, that is. If not, it has been wonderful knowing you.

If it is against the rules to provide another packet, we accept our fate. I simply ask that if this is the case: please don’t return Tishy to us. Consider taking her home with you. She just needs a couple grilled cheeses a day. I have done my best with her but we can’t win them all. I really do wish the two of you great joy and success in all your future endeavors.

Mrs. B—all my continued gratitude and awe to you. Thank you for showing up day after day to give your all to our kids. Thanks for doing the most important work in the world. You are one of our family’s heroes.

The Messy Meltons


A few hours later, I received this reply:

Hi Glennon,

Well, I guess there goes Tish’s chances of getting into an Ivy League college. I put together another packet of homework for Tish. I didn’t have an extra copy of  the article on George Washington, so I replaced it with one on Abe Lincoln. Swapping one famous president for another should work in a situation like this. She also had her dad email me about the missing extra credit packet. I guess she was worried I wouldn’t believe her! The reward for completing the extra credit was only two Chips Ahoy cookies, but they were the chewy ones. Who would want to miss out on that!

Since Tish didn’t have a yellow folder to put her homework in (lost, too) I had to come up with a way she wouldn’t lose the new copy. I’ve attached a picture. She’s such a good sport. Carry on.

Have a great day!
Mrs.  B


God Bless the teachers, every one. 

GO OFF-SCRIPT TODAY, FRIENDS! Everybody is such a great adventure.

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May 152015

TEAM LOVE WINS! TEAM LOVE WINS!!!!!! YOU GUYS!!!!  Let’s talk about what happened during the past 24 hours. SWEET FANCY MOSES. YOU DID IT.

One day, while planning  this Love Flash Mob, I found myself on the phone listening to Liz announce the board’s intention to include EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE 176 SHEROES NOMINATED. As I listened to Liz- I sensed two things. First: panic rising in my chest. Second: this verse rising above the panic: Give to all who ask of you. Give to all who ask of you, Give to all who ask of you. Then my brain kicked in and patted that sweet thought on the head and said to it with a patronizing smile: “Well, aren’t you precious, little verse? That’s impossible. GIVE TO EVERYONE. HA! Sit down, you ridiculous audacious verse.”

And then I heard from God. For me, hearing from God is really just like hearing an internal voice that’s a little calmer, braver, truer, more certain than my typical incessant, maddening Minnie-Mouse-Without-Her-Anxiety-Meds  inner chatter. It felt like what this truer voice was trying to say to me was: Sugar, step out of the way, please. You are not the boss of me.

And so I swallowed hard and said: Okay. Okay- Liz. Let’s do it. Let’s choose them all. And we worked and planned and plotted because we believe in both faith AND SWEAT.

And then I woke up yesterday morning and it was  LOVE FLASH MOB time. No turning back now. And I said to God what I say to God everyday: “Okay, I showed up. Your turn. Love you. Good luck with all this.” Then my doorbell rang and it was Amy. She came to hold hands and stare at the computer with me all day. When I opened the door Amy was standing there wearing a dress and fancy earrings and holding a bag of Twizzlers. She said: “Since I don’t go to many parties, I decided to get dressed up for this one. Also, this party is a potluck. Unfortunately, I ate most of my offering on the way over here. Sorry about that. ”


And then we settled in together—Amy and I in Florida—Liz, Sister, and Allison in Virginia—and we watched God show up to our party BIG TIME. THROUGH YOU.

Together RIsing Board

We posted yesterday’s essay at 9. By ten we had enough for Jennifer’s family’s van.

Jenny and her kiddos

By 11 we had enough for Ellie’s legs.

Ellie and Miranda

By 12 we had enough for Joline’s car.


And then you kept giving.

And we had enough to give Hailey money to build 10 more shelters, and to lift up all the other Activists she represents.


The ACTIVISTS are the Sheros who, in many cases, have lived through the fire of hardship and tragedy and channeled their pain into service and outreach for others. Those of you who wrote to us about this group told us, almost without exception, this one thing: I know that my Shero wouldn’t want anything for herself. All she wants is for more people to know about her work so that she can keep caring for others. 

And then you kept giving.

And we raised enough to buy the swing set for Erin, and to raise up all the other Light Givers she represents.


Light Givers are the awe-inspiring women you’ve seen carrying on with love in the face of sometimes overwhelming obstacles. Some of you asked for specific things for your Light Givers — strollers or housecleaning or air conditioners or a weekend of respite care–offerings of love to ease the weight of the world that many of these warriors carry. We’re in. We’re on it. We’re gonna help with the lifting.

And you didn’t stop. By the time I went to bed we had enough to shower those sheroes who needed to be  Seen, Loved & Appreciated. Some of the most wonderful applications we received were from those of you who just wanted to write in and tell us about your remarkable friends. You wanted us to hear their stories and be witnesses to their courage. For this group, we are going to send YOU a gift card to spend on your Shero. Take her to lunch, get her a massage, buy her groceries or do something that will simply make her smile. We trust you to know how to honor her.

And let’s just say Mrs. B and her kiddos are gonna have themselves a PAR-TAAAAAY.

Mrs. B's kiddos

So I went to bed last night knowing we had enough.

And then I woke up this morning.

And there was more.

My goal—my BIG HUGE DREAM was $230,000. With that amount, we would have enough to give something real and meaningful and HELPFUL to each and every one of the 176 sHEROs.

Within 24 hours we had $259,245. That number went up to $268,248.15 in 26 hours. We raised over a quarter of a million dollars together. Tweet: We Did It!! We raised over A QUARTER MILLION DOLLARS in 24 hrs ToGetHER Rising! #LoveFlashMob @momastery #LOVEWINS

Love Flash Mob Statistics

These sheroes are going to be taken care of. Because of YOU. Because you showed up. And because you showed up, we can do more.




AND AND AND….We’ll do MORE for all our 176 Sheroes, and we’ll do MORE  for the precious people who continue to write to us for help—people like Lorenzo and Jonathan and Clarissa and Stephanie and Jessica.

We’ll do more together, and we’ll do more for each other, because we believe with our whole hearts that when ONE OF US RISES, WE ALL RISE TOGETHER!!! And now I’m crying again. Again, again, again!!! How is it possible that I have ANY LIQUID left in me after all the tears and sweat??? Ahhh. Yes. The forty gallons of coffee. Right.

I wish we were all in the same place right now to celebrate. I wish we could just all sit together and talk about the miracle of it all. I wish we could snuggle up on the floor in sweatpants with bowls of chips and maybe edamame beans or something for our healthy lovies. But I want to sit closest to the chips. We will also need cupcakes. Lots of icing. Vanilla. Sprinkles. I feel like I’m getting off track here maybe.

Anyway-for now- this will have to do. Please feel my love through this screen. Not even for donating but just for believing with me. You make me less afraid. Life is brutiful, no? No way to thank you for doing life with me, and each other. We are not alone. We Belong To Each Other.

Love Wins. Ba-BAM.

Thank you, God. I promise not to doubt you for at least another thirty seconds.

Love you forever,
G and Amy and Sister and Liz and Allison and Katherine and Erin and Nicol and EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WHOLE WORLD.


PS: These gifts take time to give, and we have a whole lot of people to personalize and send gifts to. If you are a nominator and you don’t receive a personalized email from Together Rising by June 30, please email us at [email protected]. We are a 5-person all-volunteer Board, so please do give us until June 30th to work on these gifts before reaching out. Even though we LOVE to hear from you, we’d rather be fulfilling needs and gifts than emailing you back – that’s how much we REALLY LOVE giving gifts.

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May 142015

Rise & Shine!

Friends. It’s here. The day has finally arrived. TODAY IS OUR SIXTH LOVE FLASH MOB!!!!!

Several weeks ago Together Rising asked you to write to us and tell us about your sHERoes. You gathered your friends and your courage and you sent us story after story of the warrior women in your life. The Together Rising board inhaled these stories. There was much crying and mouths hanging open and “YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS ONE!”

I truly believe this community is the most giving, fierce, brilliant group of truth tellers and hope spreaders on the web.

And then the hard part came: deciding who we’d choose for this Love Flash Mob. We made our calls, our diligence team poured their hearts into vetting the candidates, and then we spent hours on the phone talking candidates through. This process is brutiful and hard on every board member, so together we acknowledge the hard, remind each other that We Can Do Hard Things, and Carry On.

Which is why it was so interesting when one afternoon, Liz (heart of the board and my sHERo) called. I picked up and said, “HEY! Have we narrowed down the pool?” And Liz said, “Yep!” And I said, “Great! How many sheros are we down to?” And she said: “We are currently down to 176 candidates.” And I said. “Um, wow. Okay. Wait. How many did we begin with?” And Liz cleared her throat and said, “We began with 176 candidates.”

And I sat there for a minute in the quiet and I thought: Waaaaiiiit a minute. I know I’m a writer—not a math-er—but even I know that 176 and 176 are VERY, VERY CLOSE.

But before I could speak, Liz carried on. “Glennon, listen. These women are amazing. Every single one is a WARRIOR. Every single applicant is lighting up her community or family or world and so the Board…well, we think every last one deserves to be raised high. We realize this might sound impossible but the Board asked me to gently remind you that you’re the one who doesn’t believe in impossible. You’re the one who always says: WE CHOOSE ALL. And so we propose that we find, big, medium, or small ways to choose every single sHERo for the Love Flash Mob. EVERYBODY’S IN, BABY. YOU say that. Right G?”

Right. I do say that. I should maybe stop saying that.


If you took the time to write and tell us about your sHERo – your sHERo is IN. Every last one. (You can catch glimpses of many of their precious faces in the Rise & Shine collage above.) If we raise enough money today, Together Rising will send every single sHERo some love to help meet at least part of her needs—from a gift card to help ease a burden to fulfilling your entire request for your sHERo—we want to make sure that every single sHERo knows that she is SEEN and LOVED.

Here’s how (PLEASE, GOD!) this is going to work:

We have chosen three sHERoes to share with you specifically and to Mob BIG today. These people are going to explode your heart so big you will not be able to fit your heart back inside of you. You will need a bigger SELF for your new heart. But no worries: After Love Flash Mob Days, we are ALL BIGGER SELVES. That’s the point.



Meet Jenny. Julie wrote to us about Jenny, who she calls, “her constant inspiration.” When Jenny was 22 she set her sights on getting a degree to work with special needs children. She needed to earn money for school, so she opened up a daycare in her home. When a resource coordinator in her town asked if she’d be willing to open up her daycare to children with special needs, Jenny said: “Yes.” So many good stories start with “Yes.”

Enter Malcolm.

Malcolm, a beautiful little two-year-old boy with significant disabilities, began coming to Jenny’s daycare. Malcolm’s mama was a brutiful woman with her own challenges, and Jenny ended up caring for Malcolm not only during the day but through the nights, too. And in the extra evening hours, the long days, the early mornings—Jenny fell in love.

Jenny and MalcolmOne day a state social worker called Jenny  to deliver some news: Malcolm’s mother had relinquished him to the state. With tears in her eyes, Malcolm’s mama had asked the social worker to call Jenny and ask her to become Malcom’s foster mother. The state told Jenny that, even though she was not yet an official foster parent, they would give her the proper training and put Malcolm in her care if she would accept his placement.

And Jenny heard herself say: Yes. Yes, I will.

At 22 years old, single, not sure what the future would hold, Jenny gave up her dream of going back to school so that she could say yes to the dream of being Malcolm’s mother. “Malcolm made me a mama,” she told us.

Jenny has been a foster mother for 17 years now. Her precious Malcolm died from complications of his condition three years ago, but not before he was loved well and unconditionally by his second mama. His second mama was a gift to Malcolm from his first mama. Jenny is still grieving Malcolm, but she works while she grieves. You see, a few years after Jenny adopted Malcolm, she also adopted Dana, an infant with cerebral palsy. Dana just graduated from high school. Next she adopted Hannah Joy and Mackenzie, and raised them alongside Tobias, her biological son. With these 5, Jenny believed her family was complete.

Jenny's family

But then Jenny met another mama in her special needs community who was dying of cancer. This mama’s greatest fear was leaving her daughter Nikkia behind without the special care she needed. Jenny looked at Nikkia, looked at her new friend and then looked at her family. She said: “I will raise her. I will love Nikkia well for you.”

Several years ago, in the midst of caring for her six children, Jenny went back to school. She will graduate in December with a special needs education degree. Her children will be there to celebrate with her as she accepts her diploma.

Julie told us that Jenny’s greatest need right now is adequate transportation for her family. Jenny often has to make two trips to get her family to the doctor and church. Two of her children weigh over one hundred pounds each, and Jenny has to lift them herself to get them in her car.

THIS IS HOW WE ARE GOING TO GET JENNY AND HER WARRIORS RISING: We will buy Jennifer a fully equipped handicap-accessible van. We will make sure that they can safely travel through this brutiful life together.


Friends, meet Miranda and Ellie. When Miranda started looking into fostering a child, she met Ellie.

Ellie and Miranda

Here is what Miranda has to say about Ellie:

“Here’s the thing about my sHERo. She’s four and she’s my daughter. A genetic disorder caused her legs to be amputated to her knees and her hands to look different, too. Every day she receives stares and questions from other kids, but her visible challenges are not all she faces. Ellie was in seven different homes before the state sent her to me. She has so much residual pain over her early life. She is healing on the outside and the inside. We are healing together—and she inspires me to carry on every day. She is my warrior baby. Even though she’s stared at wherever she goes, she refuses to stay home. She answers other children’s questions directly and kindly and holds her head high. She even joined a kick ball team this year and she kicks and tries to get to the bases with the short upper legs she has.


My wildest dream for Ellie is new legs. Ellie loves to run. All Ellie wants to do is run, but she is constantly left behind. I don’t want my warrior baby left behind. The legs are incredibly expensive, though, so it’s just out of the question. I can’t give my baby what she needs the most.”


We spoke with the incredible folks at the Hanger Clinic, the maker of the running legs that Ellie wants with her whole heart. They want to help her too. If we raise half the money for the legs, they will match it and Ellie will have her legs PRONTO. I cannot handle talking about this. Let’s do it. Let’s DO IT.


PixlersAnd finally, meet Joline and Shawn.

These two lovies met working at Pizza Hut.  When they got married, Shawn got a desk job and Joline started art school. She’d dreamed of becoming an artist since she was a child, so she drove herself three hours each way to art school. Shawn was thrilled to support Joline’s dream. Money was tight but they made it work. Life was good.

Then the recession hit and Shawn was laid off. Even though Joline took a night job, there just wasn’t enough. Joline found out she was pregnant. One night Shawn found himself dumpster diving. Shawn joined the military the next day. They had two precious baby girls — Isabelle and Addie, whose special needs require extra care from Joline and Shawn.

A few years into his military service, Shawn was in a horrible accident. After 9 surgeries, the doctors had to take Shawn’s leg in order to save his life. Joline withdrew from art school and she and the girls moved to San Antonio to get the best treatment for Shawn. Then Joline’s brother was killed in Iraq during a military operation. She says, “I didn’t have time to feel any of it. I had to be the rock.” If that‘s not the battle cry of the military spouse, I don’t know what is.


Shawn told Liz, “I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I do worry about how losing my leg affects my little girls. You know, having the dad who’s different. And my wife—my wife is absolutely incredible. What she’s gone through for my sake—she sacrificed everything. She’s my everything.”

What can we do, Liz asked? What can we do to get Joline rising?

And this is where Shawn was unsure. This family is used to SERVING. And so he said: “Well, we could really use a washing machine. Joline can’t get to the laundromat because I have the car for my doctor appointments. She’s stuck all day at home, so she washes our clothes in the tub right now.”

joline-250“Listen,” Liz said. “Trust me when I tell you that I CANNOT GO BACK TO GLENNON WITH A REQUEST FOR A WASHING MACHINE. For so many reasons, that’s not gonna fly. Let’s keep dreaming.”

ShawnWE ARE GOING TO GET JOLINE RISING BY GETTING HER RIDING. This family has fought for our freedom and now we will make sure that they have theirs. Joline loves Hondas, so we want to buy them a brand new Honda Civic.

And also. The washing machine. Fine. The washing machine.

A van for Jennifer, legs for Ellie, a car for Joline. Freedom. Today, we are giving freedom. Let’s do this.

And Do Not Forget: The introductions have just begun. As soon as we get these three rising, you’ll meet more of our stars. Stay tuned on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Friends, pity is feeling without acting. COMPASSION IS FEELING AND ACTING. Let’s ACT. Let’s not just say LOVE WINS—Let’s DO LOVE WINS. What you DO with your next five minutes will determine whether or not Love Wins for Jennifer and Ellie and Joline today. Let’s make Love Win. HERE’S HOW:

  1. DONATE. You can make your tax-deductible donation by clicking here or on the Love Flash Mob button at the bottom of this post. Give what you can—small gifts of $5, $15, or $25 max. We can’t do great things, but today we’re making miracles happen through small gifts given with great love.  Tweet: Today we're making miracles happen through small gifts given with great love @momastery #TogetherRising #LoveFlashMob  REMEMBER THAT EVERY DONATION MATTERS. Click here to see the miracles you have made through prior Love Flash Mobs. Because Together Rising is an official 501(c)3, every penny of your donation is tax deductible.
  2. SHARE. PLEASE SHARE THIS POST. We have danced NO FLASH MOB BEFORE with a HIGHER GOAL. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and the other ones I don’t know about. Mass e-mail your friends, call your parents, stand in your yard and read the essay loudly – whatever it takes. We need all the whos in whoville – the tall and the small. It’s going to take the entire village for us to give toward every need.
  3. DEDICATE. Every single one of us knows a sHERo. If you’d like to donate in honor of someone you love, please leave his or her name in the comments here or on Facebook. Thousands will be reading and so if you didn’t send in her name, get her rising right on this page.

Okay. It’s time for me to let you go and trust. Your board will be busy trying to breathe and calling each other and refreshing our screens one million times, sacred scared to death.  In a few hours, we will give you an update. CMMMMMON LOVE: WIN!!!!

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