To the Moon


Red Rocket Print from John W. Golden

A few months before his third birthday, Hank comes into the living room where I’m working.

“Mama! You wanna see the moon?

“Sure.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom where Dad is already looking out the window in the dark. Hank closes the door to block the light from the hall, and comes to the window with us.

“The moon!” he says.

“The moon!” we say.

It’s a bright crescent moon, high above the apartment buildings. Hank sighs, “I never gonna get to the moon. The moon is very far away. I don’t know what kind of spaceship I need.”

“Yeah, what kind of spaceship do you need?” I say.

He says, “A red one, I think.”

Bryan turns to him, “Yeah. Those are always faster.”

Cab Ride, 1 a.m.

Conversations my cab driver had last night:

With a red light:

“Whoa. WHOOOOOOOoooooa!”

With me:

“HOLD ON!… (Brakes aggressively.) Sorry about that.”

With his cell phone:

“OK. What time are you getting off? OK. What time are you getting off? OKOKOKOKOKOK. Man, what time are you getting off?

With me:

Him: Why are cell phones so useless for the simple exchange of information? You can’t get any information from them. Did you hear how many times I had to ask that guy what time he was getting off? It was like talking to a goddamn girlfriend…

Me:…

Him: Not to insult women or anything.

Me: Right. Except for how you were insulting women there.

Him: Nononononono. Most women are fine Except for the ones unfortunate enough to have dated me…

Me: …

Him: Women are great, most women are perfectly great. Except for the ones I’ve dated. Especially that one goddamn bitch who I dated in 1982…

Me: …

Him: Most women are fine. I mean. But not that one chick. She broke my heart. And here I am still pining for her…

Me: …

Him: Thirty years later, here I am still pining for that bitch.

Me: You can drop me here, thanks.

Live My Best Life? Check.

Writing thank you notes to my teachers is one of the goals on my Mighty List, and I’m starting off with a doozy.

A couple weeks ago, Bryan surprised me with a ticket to see a taping of the Oprah Winfrey Show. I’ve been watching Oprah since I was little, and as I’ve mentioned before, it inspires me:

“I cannot stop talking about the things I saw on Oprah. As I will myself to shut up, I can hear my mouth charging ahead with enthralling anecdotes about the Olsen twins’ business philosophies (shut up!), extending your passion to the world (shut! up!), and S-shaped bowel movements (ohmydeargod, shut up!). It’s gotten so bad that I decided I had to stop mentioning Oprah’s name in conversation. So now I say, “I saw this thing on… TV about how your poop is supposed to be S-shaped?” And all the women around me nod knowingly.”

You’re nodding right now, aren’t you? Yeah. That’s why you’re on my team.

I signed a contract saying I wouldn’t blog about behind-the-scenes stuff, so I thought I’d tell you how much it meant to be at the Harpo Studios.

Meeting Oprah is on my Mighty List, so when I found out I’d get to see a show taping, it was an oddly emotional week. On the plane ride, I kept tearing up thinking of how much I’ve been influenced by the show, and then pretending to be asleep so the flight attendant wouldn’t see my eyes misting “Oh, no no! It’s nothing. I’m just thinking about… TV.”

I knew I wouldn’t get to meet Oprah this time around, but I figured it would be enough to sit in the audience and radiate gratitude. And you know what? It was.

The crew was taping three shows that day, and I’m sure Oprah was up at 4 a.m. to work out, do some reading, then hair and makeup, then tend to the tedium of world domination. Seeing her at work, I realized I never, ever want to be yet another thing on her to-do list. What I want is to bring her a glass of wine. Bryan used to work in politics, and he said he feels the same way about getting photos with presidents. You see how hard they’re working for the things you believe in, and you just want to do something to ease their lives, instead of inserting yourself in their paths.

Sitting in that studio, I realized that I don’t need to meet Oprah. What I need to do is thank her. So here it is, my very first thank you note to a teacher:

Dear Oprah,

Your message shielded me through a difficult childhood, and your example shaped the woman I’ve become. Through the years, you have been my Mary Tyler Moore, my Maya Angelou, my Mrs. Duncan. I am profoundly grateful for everything you have done for me; for every one of us.

Because of you I have known better, I have done better, I have thrived.

With thanks,
Maggie Mason

Six Years of Lovely For Sale

When I launched Mighty Goods nearly six years ago, it was the very first shopping blog. My friend Doug Bowman designed it over several afternoons at coffee shops that no longer exist. Since then he’s gotten married and had a baby, gone to work at Google, and then left to work at Twitter. Over the years the site and brand have grown, winning several awards — Time Magazine Top 50, and Best Shopping for both Forbes and BusinessWeek — and spawning sister sites Mighty Junior and Mighty Haus. I’m really proud of what we’ve built.

When Mighty Goods launched, online shopping was still in its infancy. We were there when most brick-and-mortar stores only had brochure sites, and we were early cheerleaders for Etsy (Viva!). A few people have offered to buy the sites over the years, but I loved cozying up with my laptop to shop in my spare time. Unfortunately, spare time has been harder to come by since I became a mom and a full-time writer. What started as a hobby has grown into a business — one I no longer have time to maintain properly. The shopping sites have so much more untapped potential; it’s time to find them a better home.

So in the interest of doing that, I’m putting a For Sale sign on the front lawn. If you’d like to acquire Mighty Goods, Mighty Haus, and Mighty Junior, drop me a line at maggie at mightygoods dot com.

For loyal readers of the sites, do not worry one bit. I have a lot of cute stuff in my bookmarks, and all of it is still coming your way. You’ve helped me build an amazing business, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

March Domination, Part I

If I wait to publish the entire list of everything you got done in March, you won’t see it any of it until May. I keep stopping to read everyone’s posts, and get all emotional, and go in search of people to high five. For the purposes of momentum, I’ve decided to post installments:

We’ll start with Elly, who changed her first flat tire.

Daffodil Campbell quit a job she needed because she wasn’t being treated with respect, joined a roller derby team (yes, yes she did), and sent out her first ever query to a magazine. Daffodil Campbell also made me cry. Seriously girl? Nice job.

Almost Kinda Sorta took her newborn baby to see her grandparents home.

Tamera commissioned a piece of custom artwork by Julie Lewis. She also organized a blood drive, signed up for a dance class, and started working toward her fitness goals.

JJ is staying offline one day per week, and got a mammogram. She is cancer free. Suck it, cancer!

Sandy wrote down her list for the first time — huge. She saw Kevin Smith live and learned to cook really good steak, signed up for a sushi-making class, and looked into joining the cast of the local Renaissance Faire.

Nancy King finished three chapters in her Head First Guide to Programming, met up with friends from her grade school, and started Bikram yoga.

Dana Says:
“I’m working toward one proper pull-up with lots of practice, push ups and other strength training. I’ve made progress but when I get my chin about three quarters of an inch from the bar, my arms turn to concrete. And I simply CANNOT go any further. I’m so insanely frustrated because I can’t imagine how I’m ever going to cross this from my list. ARGH!”

This is on my list too, and I have deep-seated Presidential Fitness test flashbacks whenever I attempt it. You can do it, Dana. Maybe this will help? We’re rooting for you.

Dottie booked a massage for herself.

Suzanne started running trails in the hills above where she lives. She decided to “be happy where I am, while I’m here, while working toward being somewhere else in three months.” She also started on her resume so she can find a new job.

Stephanie made a soufflé, bought a lottery ticket, and was the first to borrow a new book from the library.

That’s it for now, but I’m coming for the rest of you soon. If you didn’t cross anything off in March, go ahead and get started now. This is officially a rolling project, but we’ll do another group push in May.

This project started over here, but you can jump in anytime. If you’ve made a Mighty List and started crossing goals off, please let us know in comments.