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Meatloaf Cupcakes with Whipped Potato Frosting 🧁🥔

A fun and savory twist on classic meatloaf, these meatloaf cupcakes are topped with creamy mashed potato "frosting" and make for a delightful meal.

Ingredients:

1 lb Ground Beef
1/2 cup Breadcrumbs
1 Egg
1/4 cup Ketchup
1/4 cup Milk

Recipe in first c.o.m.ment ⬇️⬇️

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EQ uncovers hidden challenges at work.
92% of employees would stay with their company if leaders understood their needs.

I•M•A•G•I•N•E T•H•I•S:
A workplace where leaders
see BEYOND the surface.

What you 👁️👁️ SEE:
🚩The hurried steps to a meeting.
🚩A forced smile in the hallway.
🚩An unusually quiet colleague at lunch.

But, what you 🚫👁️👁️ DON’T SEE is often the 🌊 iceberg beneath:
🚩The loss of a loved one clouding their mind.
🚩A past that whispers louder than the present.
🚩The battles with personal demons, hidden behind a professional facade.

Empathy in leadership isn't just nice to have. It's a cornerstone of true success.

Here's why:

1️⃣ Seeing Beyond the Mask
Empathy helps leaders understand
↳ that every employee's silence, outburst, or mistake has a reason.
It's about seeing the hidden struggles behind their actions.

2️⃣ Building Trust and Loyalty
When leaders show genuine concern
↳ for the personal and professional well-being of their team,
↳ it fosters a culture of trust.
Employees feel valued, not just for their output but for who they are.

3️⃣ Fueling Creative Solutions
Empathetic leadership encourages open talk,
↳ leading to innovative solutions.
When employees feel understood,
↳ they share ideas and take creative risks.

4️⃣ Enhancing Workplace Relationships
Empathy connects different minds and hearts.
It turns simple work relationships into meaningful connections,
↳ improving the workplace.

5️⃣ Creating a Legacy of Success
Leaders who show empathy create
↳ a more engaged, motivated, and loyal team.
This improves individual performance
↳ and helps the organisation succeed.

Empathy's magic is in making people feel 👁️👁️ seen, 👂🏽heard, and 🥰 valued.
It's about understanding hidden 😵‍💫struggles and accepting the whole person.

Agree?

Let's shape a world of growth and empowerment,
↳ fostering positive change in people and organisations globally.
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⛔️ "If you don't know you have it,
or you cannot find it,
it is of no use to you." ⛔️

~[Barbara] Hemphill's Principle

🩷

Marian Lois Shields Robinson — our mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother — had a way of summing up the truths about life in a word or two, maybe a quick phrase that made everyone around her stop and think. Her wisdom came off as almost innate, as something she was born with, but in reality it was hard-earned, fashioned by her deep understanding that the world's roughest edges could always be sanded down with a little grace.

Don’t sweat the small stuff.

Know what’s truly precious.

As a parent, you’re not raising babies — you’re raising little people.

Don’t worry about whether anybody else likes you. Come home. We’ll always like you here.

She grew up one of seven children on the red-lined South Side of Chicago, the daughter of Purnell Shields and Rebecca Jumper. When she was a teenager, her parents separated and her mother supported herself as a nursing aide. Her father, because of the color of his skin, wasn’t allowed to join a union or work for larger construction firms, and he grew mistrustful of a world that seemed to have little place for him. Yet many mornings, he would wake the kids up at sunrise by blasting jazz records as an alarm clock. She learned early that even in the face of hardship, there was music to be found.

As a young woman, she studied to become a teacher before working as a secretary. She fell quickly and madly in love with Fraser Robinson, another South-Sider with a boxer’s strength and jazz-lover’s cool. Together, they raised two children, Craig and Michelle, in a tiny upstairs apartment on Euclid Avenue in South Shore.

She volunteered for the PTA and taught her children to read at an early age, sitting together as they sounded out words on a page, giving them the strength and confidence to walk to school — and out into the world — all on their own. She once chewed out a police officer who had accused Craig of stealing a bike, demanding that the adult apologize to her son. On summer nights, she’d pack the family into the car with a steaming plate of chicken for a trip to the drive-in movies. On New Year’s Eve, she’d pass around pigs in a blanket and raise a toast to Auld Lang Syne. And every night, for years on end, she and Fraser would hold court at the dinner table, where they indulged all manner of questioning, teaching their children to believe in the power and worth of their own voices.

When Craig decided to leave a lucrative finance job to pursue his dream of coaching basketball, she was there with her wholehearted support. When Michelle married a guy crazy enough to go into politics, she was just as encouraging. At every step, as our families went down paths none of us could have predicted, she remained our refuge from the storm, keeping our feet on solid ground. On Election Night in 2008, when the news broke that Barack would soon shoulder the weight of the world, she was there, holding his hand.

With a healthy nudge, she agreed to move to the White House with Michelle and Barack. We needed her. The girls needed her. And she ended up being our rock through it all. She relished her role as a grandmother to Malia and Sasha — just as she doted on Avery, Leslie, Austin, and Aaron. Less encumbered by the responsibilities of motherhood, she’d indulge in a little more fun and games while keeping any danger of spoiling her grandchildren safely at bay. And although she enforced whatever household rules we’d set for bedtime, watching TV, or eating candy, she made clear that she sided with her “grandbabies” in thinking that their parents were too darn strict.

The trappings and glamour of the White House were never a great fit for Marian Robinson. “Just show me how to work the washing machine and I’m good,” she’d say. Rather than hobnobbing with Oscar winners or Nobel laureates, she preferred spending her time upstairs with a TV tray, in the room outside her bedroom with big windows that looked out at the Washington Monument. The only guest she made a point of asking to meet was the Pope. Over those eight years, she made great friends with the ushers and butlers, the folks who make the White House a home. She’d often sneak outside the gates to buy greeting cards at CVS, and sometimes another customer might recognize her. “You look like Michelle’s mother,” they’d say. She’d smile and reply, “Oh, I get that a lot.”

After the White House, she returned to Chicago, reconnecting with longtime friends, trading wise-cracks, traveling, and enjoying a good glass of wine. She passed peacefully this morning, and right now, none of us are quite sure how exactly we’ll move on without her.

As a mother, she was our backstop, a calm and nonjudgmental witness to our triumphs and stumbles. She was always, always there, welcoming us back home no matter how far we had journeyed, with that deep and abiding love.

For Barack and Kelly, she was the best mother-in-law anyone could hope for. We would tease her sometimes that she’d need to stop thinking that she was “imposing” on us because we always wanted to see more of her, not less.

As a grandmother, at every stage of their lives, from infancy through adulthood, she stood secondary watch over her grandchildren’s growth and development, inspiring them, listening to them, telling them she was proud of them, making them feel loved, like they were remarkable in every way.

And as a sister, aunt, cousin, neighbor, and friend to so many, she was beloved beyond words by countless others whose lives were improved by her presence.

We will all miss her greatly, and we wish she were here to offer us some perspective, to mend our heavy hearts with a laugh and a dose of her wisdom.

Yet we are comforted by the understanding that she has returned to the embrace of her loving Fraser, that she’s pulled up her TV tray next to his recliner, that they’re clinking their highball glasses as she’s catching him up with the stories about this wild, beautiful ride. She’s missed him so.

“The whole world is full of little Craigs and little Michelles,” she’d often remind us, underlining the beauty and potential within every child.

As always, she was right. What is also true — although she adamantly denied it — is that there was and will be only one Marian Robinson. In our sadness, we are lifted up by the extraordinary gift of her life. And we will spend the rest of ours trying to live up to her example.

– Michelle, Craig, Barack, Kelly, Avery, Leslie, Malia, Sasha, Austin, and Aaron

With Jordan Flom – I just got recognized as one of their rising fans! 🎉

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Man unknowingly buys former plantation house where his ancestors were enslaved An Air Force veteran wanted a new house for large family gatherings; he ended up getting an incredible link to his family’s past. ...

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… a readworthy 📌 re-post from my wonderful colleague, Peter Walsh.

His broadcasted TV episodes help support the work that we Professional Organizers do “behind the scenes” every day.

We are fortunate to have him in our NAPO industry.

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Alan Light asked PATTI SMITH: "What do you think is the biggest misconception about you?" Below is what she said:

The thing that bothered me the most was when I had to return to the public eye in ’95 or ’96 when my husband died. We lived a very simple lifestyle in a more reclusive way in which he was king of our domain. I don’t drive, I didn’t have much of an income, and without him, I had to find a way of making a living.

Besides working in a bookstore, the only thing I knew how to do was to make records—or to write poetry, which isn’t going to help put your kids through school. But when I started doing interviews, people kept saying “Well, you didn’t do anything in the 80s,” and I just want to get Elvis Presley’s gun out and shoot the television out of their soul.

How could you say that? The conceit of people, to think that if they’re not reading about you in a newspaper or magazine, then you’re not doing anything.

I’m not a celebrity, I’m a worker. I’ve always worked. I was working before people read anything about me, and the day they stopped reading about me, I was doing even more work.

And the idea that if you’re a mother, you’re not doing anything—it’s the hardest job there is, being a mother or father requires great sacrifice, discipline, selflessness, and to think that we weren’t doing anything while we were raising a son or daughter is appalling.

It makes me understand why some human beings question their worth if they’re not making a huge amount of money or aren’t famous, and that’s not right.

My mother worked at a soda fountain. She made the food and was a waitress and she was a really hard worker and a devoted worker. And her potato salad became famous! She wouldn’t get potato salad from the deli, she would get up at five o’clock in the morning and make it herself, and people would come from Camden or Philly to this little soda fountain in South Jersey because she had famous potato salad.

She was proud of that, and when she would come home at night, completely wiped out and throwing her tip money on the table and counting it, one of her great prides was that people would come from far and wide for her potato salad.

People would say, “Well, what did your mother do? She was a waitress?” She served the people, and she served in the way that she knew best.

… this, on 🛞🛞🛞🛞 wheels, please❣️

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This is all I need. ❤️

… e•v•e•r•y s•i•n•g•l•e d•a•y❣️

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In 1838, a woman climbed Mont Blanc with 18 bottles of 🍷 wine, 26 roast 🐓 chickens and a 🪿carrier pigeon. Why are we only hearing about this now?! ⁠
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The person in question was Henriette D’Angeville, who became the 🥇 first woman to complete the ascent unaided.

Her outfit, homemade as there were 🚫 no climbing clothes for women at the time, included a controversial pair of knickerbockers, a corset to cover them up and a very fetching bonnet. ⁠
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The reason we’re only 👂🏼hearing about this now is because this summer adventurer, ✍🏼writer and presenter Lise Wortley (aka Woman with Altitude) is going to recreate the 🧗🏻‍♀️ climb.

Probably minus the 🍷 wine, but in the same brilliant 🧣🧤🥾outfit.

It’s part of her ongoing mission to 🎉 highlight female explorers and pioneers who’ve been left out of the 📓 history books, and to inspire more women to take to the outdoors.

We’ll be working with her on her training 🚶🏻‍♀️walks in six of the UK’s 🏞️ national parks and helping her raise awareness of her mission. ⁠
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When Henriette D’Angeville reached the summit of Mont Blanc, she had her guides lift her into the air so that she could “go ⤴️ higher than any man has before.”

With Lise’s help, she’s going to keep 🪽🪽soaring.

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… these 2 humorous images are available on mugs, postcards & bags via my wonderful Professional Organizing colleague, Jodi Granok, owner of Organizing Magic❣️

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Item #2: 😳 WOW 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Item #3: Be like Randy❣️❣️❣️

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“Deciding what NOT to do is as important as deciding what TO DO.”
~Steve Jobs