- Howell, Michigan, USA
- February 17
- Maria Stuart is an award-winning journalist, freelance writer and Internet entrepreneur. She lives in Michigan with her husband, their nearly teenage son, and Ted, the hyper labradoodle who keeps her from sitting at the computer too long. You can check out her website at mariastuart.com or TheLivingstonPost.com. Follow @mariastuart on Twitter.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Snow slows the hands of time
February 08, 2013 09:43AM
- The angel wore sparkling shoes
January 09, 2013 06:27PM
- For a taste of 'la dolce
vita,' visit your local
May 03, 2012 09:56AM
- I get a cardboard box, Dubow
gets $32 million
March 21, 2012 06:32AM
- He made me a Daydream Believer
February 29, 2012 06:50PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “@shebasilisk - Don't be
sorry! I was so enjoying all
January 10, 2013 02:24PM
- “Kathy - I'm betting you
smile every time you look at
August 15, 2012 08:56PM
- “Oh, my! That was
June 07, 2012 02:22PM
- “Such a sad case, and
such a wonderful piece, Ann!
May 22, 2012 10:52AM
- “Showing up is what's
important. It really doesn't
you bring, other
May 04, 2012 04:57PM
Maria Stuart's Links
Back in the day, back before I lost my “big” job as a newspaper editor, snow days were flies in the ointment of my deadline-driven life. News never takes a holiday, and it was on the days when wintry weather closed schools and daycares that the scramble was on for… Read full post »
That… Read full post »
It's taken me nearly three years to go through the remains of my newspaper career, a successful one that spanned nearly two decades.
My Journalist of the Year clock sits beneath a worktable. I keep another Journalist of the Year award by the front door;… Read full post »
As I ice my sore, 50-something knee (which makes me feel kind of old), news of the death of Davy Jones of the Monkees shoots me back in time to when I was a girl, back to when I first fell in love.
The first object of… Read full post »
Chrysler’s ad, “Halftime in America”
starring Clint Eastwood, stood out among this year’s Super
Beautifully filmed and powerfully written, it stars one of Hollywood’s most-famous (and, truth be told, most-liberal) Republicans. And its big-tent, we&r… Read full post »
My father was a terrible speller. A voracious reader with a brilliant mind, he had some incomplete synapse in his brain that kept him from stringing together letters correctly to make words. If he were alive, he’d never, ever understand my affinity for Words With Friends.
For… Read full post »
I think back on the turning points in my life. Among the traditional ones — first car, first job, marriage, baby — I remember my induction into the cult of Mac, and I pay my respects to Steve Jobs.
At the time, I had no idea who Steve Jobs was.… Read full post »
I had to see my son.
As I stood I the middle of the newsroom Tuesday watching the second hijacked plane slice through the tower of the World Trade Center, I could think of nothing else other than holding close to me that which I… Read full post »
I’ve waited for this day — the first day of school — for weeks.
“It’s time for school to start,” I’d tell anyone even remotely interested.
I wanted my mornings back. I wanted my writing time, my cleaning time, my cooking time, my working time to be… Read full post »
If I would have known that Sunday’s column in the Livingston County Daily Press & Argus (Howell, Mich.) was my last, I would have written something very, very different. Lesson learned: In this fast-changing day and age, we should treat every conversation we have as if it is our last. We… Read full post »
I sat on the stool and my sister stood behind me for the photos that cost my… Read full post »
The best Super Bowl ad wasn’t really an ad at all. At its heart, the beautifully filmed “Imported from Detroit” ad featuring Eminem, the Chrysler 200, and some of Detroit’s amazing art and architecture, is a love song for the city in which I was born.
When I began dating the man who would become my husband, he corrected my spelling of his last name.
“It’s not S-T-E-W-A-R-T,” he said. “It’s S-T-U-A-R-T. The ‘royal’ spelling.”
Without anything more than a gut feeling, my husb… Read full post »
My 11-year-old son was invited to the most important social event for sixth graders, a sleepover birthday party, and instead of being thrilled his mother is concerned about his safety, he is, instead, embarrassed.
Too bad… Read full post »
There are five big, old… Read full post »
One of the things I most admire about my 11-year-old son is his vocabulary. He speaks beautifully, using big words correctly. Expressing himself fully and well is not a challenge, and the kid loves, loves, loves to talk.
One of the things that most frustrates my kid about me… Read full post »
It’s been a long week.
Not a bad week, by any stretch of the imagination, but rather a long, hard-worked week.
And so here I sit on the couch, home alone except for Ted the Labradoodle perched on the back of the couch, as if he were a… Read full post »
We’ve had a mystery rock in our house since my 11-year-old spent a week at my sister’s place Up North in Michigan
It’s not a rock, really, but a geode, an outer shell that’s hiding crystals and mineral formations inside.
The word “geode” comes from… Read full post »
“Can’t I just stay up until dad gets home,” he always whines. Seeing his father before he goes to bed is important to Will, and he drives a hard bargain: “I’ll go to bed extra… Read full post »
Days like today are the gods’ gift to the unemployed, for it is on days like this — days rich with light, color and texture — that those of us struggling in the wake of joblessness give thanks.
Days like this don’t come around often, and that… Read full post »
Sure, mistakes can be embarrassing. They can also be funny. And these days, mistakes get sent ’round the Internet, like this one shared by a former journalism professor… Read full post »
1. I am a food snob. I believe in eating low on the food chain.
I don’t eat fast food. I buy as local as I can, and as
organic as possible. I don’t drink pop. I do, on the other
hand, enjoy my coffee. A lot.
2. For a time,… Read full post »
There was a time in my life when I got every job I wanted, every single one. From scooping ice cream to waitressing to office work to writing, if I wanted the job, I got it.
I thought myself kind of special, talented for sure. It felt… Read full post »
I admit it: I shed a teeny, tiny tear this morning as my only child rode his bike out of the backyard on his way to the new adventure in his life: middle school.
This morning, he actually told me he “appreciated” the breakfast I made… Read full post »