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Karen Palka is the Founder & Executive Director of A Beautiful Me®. She is a creative person who sees the value in each individual and loves to empower ALL women of ALL ages.

Podcast moment for the week of
September 22, 2014.

Passing Notes
Value in Waiting

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The First Phone Call From Heaven

Would you like to pick up the phone and hear the voice of a loved one after they have died?  That is what might have happened in this small town of Coldwater, Michigan in this fabulous story by Mitch Albom.  In the tradition of Albom’s “Tuesdays With Morrie” and “The Five People You Meet In Heaven”, Albom explores the idea of an afterlife, pulling in a bit of history about the invention of the telephone, and melding the two into a story of love, hope of communicating with the next world and belief in heaven.  Enjoy!


Cathie Martin is an avid reader and
artist. She has had many
roles in life including
her current position
as News Director at
WGRT 102.3 FM.
A highlight of her job
she says is reviewing
books and interviewing

Catch the Snow

On Facebook, my aunt posts, “Fall is in the air.” Oh, no, no, no, Aunt Helen.

Here in Manistee, in the Tip of the Mitt, a light snow is predicted today, mid September. Walking by Lake Michigan yesterday in the brisk wind and rain, I realized I needed a pair of gloves but soldiered on and enjoyed the walk anyway. In older homes, people are turning on the heat. Fall isn’t in the air. Winter is.

People react differently: A) With horror; B) With glee; C) With plots of escape to warmer climes. As for me, I plan to relocate to Detroit soon to be closer to family. Right now, moving to a place that doesn’t get well over 200 inches of snow in a season seems like a good idea. I’ll settle for whatever Detroit got last year. This winter, I plan on not getting stuck four times, three times in my own driveway, once alone in the dark far from home. And I will be grateful.

But sometimes, sometimes, you must unclench your fist, take what life gives you, and be grateful for the tiny beauty of it, the tiny beauty of the snowflake.

Close to Christmas last year, in my work as a staff writer for the Manistee News Advocate, the daily newspaper in Manistee, I was going to cover – of all things – Santa Claus at the community center in the tiny town of Wellston, in the middle of the Manistee National Forest. In the dark, in the cold, in the snow, through overhanging trees decked with white, I drove to Wellston in my dinky Ford Taurus. The turnoff to the community center was unlit. I missed it. I attempted to turn around on badly plowed side road. The tires spun. And spun. And spun.

I put on my blinkers and looked around. Two houses, lit. I glanced at my camera equipment in the seat beside me, pulled a blanket over it to hide it.

I got out and waded through the drifts.

The first house had a truck with a plow parked beside it. But on the door was a bright orange “Beware of Dog” sign. I back-tracked to knock on the door across the street.

A man wearing camo with a five-o-clock shadow and a cigarette dangling from his mouth opened the door. I explained my situation.

“Do you know who own the truck across the street? I wanted to knock at the door but I was worried about the dog.”

“Oh, that’s my house. I’m just over here at my daughter’s working on the plumbing. Give me a sec and I’ll pull you out.”

And he did. Pulled me out, with a whoosh, wished me “Merry Christmas,” and sent me on my way. Santa Claus got covered. Success.

P!nk sings about taking chances, throwing glitter in the air:

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?

Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted? 

Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air?

Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, ‘I just don’t care.’?

You need to unclench your fist to throw glitter in the air. You need to unclench your fist to catch glitter, too. So unclench your fist. Catch the glitter.

Catch the glitter even if that glitter is the purity and plenty of snow.

Meg LeDuc earned a bachelor’s degree in English and Creative Writing from the University of Michigan in 2007 and won the school’s Hopwood Award for creative writing three times. Her photography portfolio from her work at the News Advocate can be viewed at leducportfolio.shutterfly.com. She sees the value of empowering girls the way “A Beautiful Me®” does!

EW.20140915.MaeJemisonMae Jemison

“Never limit yourself because of others’ limited imagination; never limit others because of your own limited imagination.”