It was the morning after Indy's surprise going away party and we had three days left of life as we knew it. Every weekday morning is the same...my alarm goes off at five, Indy up at 6:15, Mattie 6:30, hair flying, mascara wands blazing, toast eaten, out the door by 7:15. We listen to music all the way to town *loud*...and I dance. I do not know how to drive if I'm not jamming...Mattie has embraced this...Indy rolls her eyes and shakes her head but she smiles and sometimes say
As we grow through life we play characters, try on identities. We look in the mirror and say, "yes I think I could see myself in that life with the wardrobe and dialogue that goes with it..." but somehow it is not entirely authentic for us... for one simple reason...it is not the person we came here to authentically be. I recently told my dear friend, Anna, that after returning from WM32 life changed in enormous ways. Some truly for the better because of conscious decisions I
For the last two years since Warrior died I have held tight to a thought...he shook the ropes one last time before he passed. I cannot tell you what that has meant to me. It's like a smooth stone in my pocket. Shaking the ropes literally and figuratively were the cornerstone qualities of his life so to have that on film is precious to me. Getting back from WM32 made me aware of that again. Speaking at HOF was a true honor and I realized I shook my own ropes by doing it. The W
I have the cutest stories and memories from WrestleMania 32. My favorite this year is of Scott Hall and Sean Waltman. Seeing everyone at an event like this is really an incredible reunion. Since Warrior reconciled with so many right before his passing these have been easy friendships to forge. Scott Hall always goes out of his way to say hello, hug us and check on the girls. This year we got to know Sean too and he is just such a warm and lovely man. At WrestleMania we were
Here's a secret I'm going to share with you Warriors out there. Keep this secret...it's my... Ahhhh, I don't know... "gimmick" I've always been a really good girl. I think my husband sort of loved that about me. I think through his rough and tumble life he'd seen a lot and I had not.. I was no more than a kid when we met and the wildest thing I'd done was spring break in Mazatlan. He would look at me with very knowing eyes sometimes and laugh... I mean really laugh and say, "
When Warrior was inducted into the 2014 Hall of Fame Class he wanted the girls and me to feel special. He came shopping for dresses with me and loved the white one I wore but said the slit needed to be higher (lol). I could not find shoes I liked to go with it but one afternoon I found a box on the kitchen counter. Inside was this pair of sparkly Betsey Johnson shoes with baby blue soles. I told him I felt like Cinderella in them. I did. When it was time for last year's Warri
I could not be more thrilled with the honor I have been given to induct Joan Lunden into this year's class at Hall of Fame. Ms. Lunden's spunk, wit, and verve along with her fight like a Warrior attack makes her the quintessential Warrior Woman and the ULTIMATE choice as the second Warrior Award recipient.
After last year's induction of Connor I wondered how we could ever match the level of deservedness. Connor and his father Steve embody all that this award was meant to ca
I wish I could paint a picture of how different I was two years ago anticipating Warrior's induction into Hall of Fame and attending our first WrestleMania! I'm not even the same woman. I mean I'm still a warrior woman and I bleed warrior blood but I've grown into someone I'm not sure my husband would even recognize. I was so nervous to walk into the world my husband once inhabited wanting very much to be accepted by you Warriors. I knew you'd fall madly in love with our girl
The moment Warrior fell I knew I was going to lose him. He did not crumble, he did not waiver, he fell like a giant oak. If I played it back in my mind too soon after I lost him it hurt so much I wished to die. I am small, I could not catch him and as such he hit hard the sound something I will never shake. I hate that part more than anything else and cannot explain why, except that I failed. I failed to catch him and somewhere in my psyche I must believe had I caught him I c