Keeping The Flame


I once won an award for volunteer work I did to help organize the annual pancake breakfast fundraiser put on my by ex-husband’s fire department.  It’s called the Keeper of the Flame Award, and it’s the civilian equivalent of the department’s Distinguished Service Award.

It’s a tiny wooden plaque with a lot of chips and scratches from being stored in my desk drawer for far too many years before I managed to get it up on the wall. It’s not that I was ashamed of it or trying to hide it; I’m just not very organized about things like hanging plaques and pictures. To be perfectly honest, I’m not very organized about anything at all.

And that is why I am so proud of this particular award.

I have zero organizational skills. I am not a good planner. I’d like to blame it on ADHD or whatever, but the fact is that I am not good at planning events because I am a disorganized mess and a terrible leader. It just took a while for me to admit it to myself.

I have great ideas.  I just suck at following through on them.

During the years that my ex-husband was an officer with the local fire department, I constantly fought for control among the other spouses. That sounds crazy, but there is a definite hierarchy among firefighters’ wives in a small town; since the officers who outranked the Big Guy were divorced, that made me sort of the highest-ranking spouse and therefore in charge of planning all department family events. At least, it did in my own eyes. The other wives didn’t really see it that way.

The year I won the award, I made a complete ass of myself. The Big Guy and I both behaved like a couple of control freaks about the pancake breakfast fundraiser. We called in his family and our close friends to help, and I was relentless about hounding local businesses to donate supplies, and we did everything we could to effectively close out all other members of the department when it came to the planning and execution of the event. We made our own team because I guess I thought we needed to prove some kind of point.

I didn’t do it for the right reasons. Oh, sure, I wanted to raise money for Great Lakes Burn Camp, which is still one of my favorite charities.  But I wanted people to be impressed by all of my hard work. I wanted a bit of recognition. I wanted that Keeper of the Flame Award, by golly, and I wanted to sing and dance the night I got that sucker.

The Big Guy got the Distinguished Service Award that same year, but not for his work with the pancake breakfast.  He got it because he was one hell of a firefighter who went beyond what was expected of him the night a fellow firefighter’s house burned to the ground. My guy basically worked two trucks that night, quietly rushing around behind-the-scenes and keeping everything going. He didn’t “pack up” or do anything that drew attention to himself; he just did what was necessary because he is the ultimate team player, not because he wanted recognition or kudos for his hard work.

I didn’t deserve my award, but I’m proud of it anyway because it helped me understand that I sometimes need to step back and let someone else be in charge. I need to accept the fact that I am not a good leader or planner, and that the best place for me in some cases is behind-the-scenes. I function better as support rather than administration.

When this town pulls together to plan a fundraiser or some other campaign, the planning is better left to those who are actually good at it. Somebody’s got to bring cookies and coffee to the planners; somebody’s got to sweep the floor afterward. Somebody’s got to be willing to shut up and leave the recognition and praise and Keeper of the Flame Awards to those who know how to be in charge.

So when my town rallied around my friend Sarah this week, I shut up and started cooking. You see, almost every time there is a fundraiser or special event in this town, Sarah is involved. Whether rallying the neighbors to bring food to my family after my accident, planning a blood drive to honor her late father, or putting together a spaghetti dinner to raise money for the family of a local boy with cancer, Sarah is a master of seamlessly orchestrating events to help others. She doesn’t do it because she needs a spotlight; she does it because she’s a good person who just happens to be really good at that sort of thing.

Last Saturday night, Sarah’s little red car was hit by a police officer speeding to assist another officer. She spent days in ICU and very nearly lost her youngest son, who is finally awake and snapchatting friends from his bed in ICU but who also has a hell of a long road ahead of him. He had to be airlifted to the hospital from the accident scene and then spent several days in a medically-induced coma, and Sarah’s little family will never be the same after everything they’ve been through this past week.

She needs a car. She needs money for the hospital bills and for all of the time lost from work. It’s time for the girl who always gives to be on the receiving end for a while.


One of my co-workers stepped up and put together a fundraiser dinner four days after the accident, and the response was astonishing.  The local pageant organizer stepped up to arrange a bake sale at the event, hosted by our local beauty queens; a preschool teacher set up the silent auction that took place during the dinner.  I stressed and worried about ways I could help, wondering what great plans I could come up with that could equal the efforts of these women.

Then I looked at my Keeper of the Flame Award, and I stopped worrying about myself. I made food for the event and I used my Facebook page to spread the word. And now I’m using my blog to call attention to my friend and her need for help.  That’s what I can do, and I do much better than I could have done any of the planning and hard work that it took to put all of it together.

So this post is for all of the planners out there, all of the leaders, all of the Keepers of the Flame who know how to step up and take charge. It’s for Christy, Ronda, Katie, Jessica, Sarah and all the people like them. But it’s also for the people like me, who struggle to know when to step back and let others do what they’re good at.


This is a Finish The Sentence Friday post: “I once won an award for . . . ” hosted by Kristi from Finding Ninee, Allie from The Latchkey Mom, and Allison from Godanskermom. Please take a few minutes to check out what some of the other bloggers did with this sentence!

Liebster Award!

I am honored to have been nominated for a Liebster Award!  I keep seeing it pop up on other people’s blogs, and I am absolutely tickled to get the chance to be a part of it.  I was nominated by Anja, whose blog is full of inspiration, motivation, and a lot of wisdom.  And she’s got great hair.  You should go check out her blog.

And now, down to business.  The Liebster Award is very unique in the fact it brings recognition to the smaller blogs of the ‘verse. With that in mind, all of the nominated blogs will have less than 200 followers.

The rules:

  1. Thank the Liebster Blog presenter who nominated you and link back to their blog.
  2. Post 11  facts about yourself, answer the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
  3. Nominate 11 blogs who you feel deserve to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been chosen.
  4. Display the Liebster Award logo.
  5. No tag back thingys.

Now eleven utterly random facts about me

  1. I have been married for seventeen years
  2. When I was 18, I traveled to England with a teenage theater company.
  3. I have met a surprising number of celebrities in my life, which is odd considering the fact that I live in a very small town in Michigan.
  4. I make fantastic peanut butter no-bake cookies.
  5. Snakes make me pee.
  6. My favorite flowers are lilacs and daffodils.
  7. I am either the unluckiest person on Earth, or the luckiest.  I’m not sure which, but I wouldn’t recommend standing next to me in a thunderstorm.
  8. I believe that a good laugh can fix almost everything.
  9. I used to be fluent in German.
  10. I can’t sing, but I do it anyway.  All the time.
  11. I believe that any day that involves Lake Michigan is a good day.

Eleven Questions I Have Been Asked

  1. If you could be any flavor ice cream, what color  would you be?  I would want to be lemon ice cream, because it’s sweet and tart at the same time.  And I’d want to be purple because that would be really unexpected.
  2. What authors, photographers or artists inspire you?  John Keats, Chopin, Kurt Vonnegut, Mark Twain and Douglas Adams.
  3. Do you have any regrets in life?  Of course!  But life can’t be lived in reverse, so I try not to dwell on them.  Although I really wish I could go back and un-say a few horrible things to my friend Kathy.
  4. Why do you blog?   I blog to to reach out to others, to give them something to think about or make them chuckle.  I also do it as a way to improve my writing habits.
  5. Are you an introvert or extrovert? Combo?  I am a recovering extrovert.
  6. Who is your hero?  Nancy Gideon.  She is a successful novelist who still has a day job and somehow still found time to raise her children while encouraging and helping aspiring writers.  And she is so astonishingly nice.
  7. Was there ever a food  you refused to eat as a child, but now can’t get enough of?  Brussels sprouts. 
  8. What do you think the color red tastes like?  Like good chili – spicy and tangy, but oh-so-yummy.
  9. If you could pick your own theme song…what would it be?  “I Will Survive”  (although there are days when Nugent’s “Kiss My A**” is a close second).
  10. What hobbies do you have NOT blog related?   I love needlework, especially embroidery and hand-quilting.  It’s my Prozac.
  11. What is your favorite number?  Six

Eleven Questions for My Nominees

  1. If you could be a superhero, what power would you want?
  2. Coke or Pepsi?
  3. What do you believe in?
  4. Who inspires you?
  5. Are you an Old Soul or Young at Heart?
  6. What was your first job?
  7. Pick your own question here…..
  8. What is your dream car?
  9. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  10. Dog person  or cat person?
  11. What one place would you like to visit before you die?

My Eleven Nominees (added a little bit late because I can’t count!)