To the world’s coolest dentist…

Today, in honor of the man, my dad,
Who brainwashed the younger me,
I’ll try to live by his favorite rules
I’ll do my best, let’s see…

I’ll start with the indoor waste
‘Cause a clean trash can is a happy trash can,
Empty each one into the central outdoor bin
Then scrub each container best I can

I’ll put on some classic rock
Throw in some eighties big hair greats,
There’s something about cleaning your house while belting lyrics
To Bon Jovi and Whitesnake

I’ll Windex every window, TV,
Anything that can gleam,
I’ll clean out my cabinets, closets, and drawers
I’ll douse everything in bleach

I’ll try not to overdo it
Every so often I’ll have to take five,
I’ll spend it watching a classic war movie
With the surround sound cranked up high

I’ll tackle each item on my yellow legal pad
Understand the importance of this list,
Work hard, accomplish goals, and cross off each item
After I’m done with it

I’ll do good, what’s right
Treat others how I want to be treated,
Have my friends over for roast
And once they are seated…

I’ll tell my favorite jokes, the old, the new
And sing my favorite tunes,
We’re not gonna take it, no, we ain’t gonna take it
And Beans, beans, the magical fruit

Pass the sugar, Sugar, the honey, Honey,
And please pass the tea, Bag,
I’ll reveal the origins of baby carrots,
How they were taken from their moms and dads

I’ll ask my kids if anyone is picking on them
Offer to beat up a bully or two,
Run five thousand errands, cleaning as I go,
There’s so much dirt, so much to do

I’ll try to be like Dad, the birthday man
Leave a trail of laughs and smiles in my wake,
He touches lives with his humor and kindness
He’s one of a kind, one of the greats

So, today, in honor of the man who taught me to dream big
Who taught me how to ski,
I’ll try to accomplish this daunting list
But at the very least, I’ll scrub my trashcans clean.

Sarah and Dad HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! I love you!
Love, Princess (AKA your favorite middle child) Sarah Louise

Birthday “card” for my mom. :)

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This is a card from your middle child,
Sarah Lou…

I don’t understand why we have to keep secrets
from my siblings, about my rank,
I know I’m your favorite
even though you won’t say it, and you still mix up our names

You say it simply means
you love us equally,
But when you call me by the dog’s name,
it leaves me wondering

Yet clearly a woman who takes her kids on adventures
loves each one with all her heart,
And you still accept our phone calls, provide prayer, pep talks,
and therapy free of charge

From road trips to boating to hiking in Whistler,
there’s never a dull moment with you
I remember the nights you defended our houseboat,
chasing raccoons with your flashlight and broom

I’ll never forget when the wise men messed up
every line in the Christmas play
You tried to stay focused and read from the script,
but you couldn’t keep a straight face

It started in your tailbone and traveled up your spine,
soon you were hysterical and laughing to tears,
The minister, the wise men, the entire congregation
joined in, and talked about that show for years

If I had a penny, for every time
I’ve seen people listening to your stories,
Before they know it, they are crying from laughing,
nothing about you is boring

You taught us to spot birds on wires, in trees,
and on the side of the highway and street,
With one hand on the wheel and the other pointing up,
it’s educational and exciting to say the least

You inspire me to write my own story, to dream big,
and to use my imagination,
You were the first person to teach me to live by the phrase,
It’s the journey, not the destination.

You taught Sunday school, you sing with the choir,
you pray with and help those in need,
You’re a listener, a friend, and you point me to God,
you’re always there for me

So while I might not be your favorite,
I know I’m blessed-
I’m one of three people in the world
who can say their Mom is the best.

I’ll respect your phone-free vacations
–my longest week each year,
But I’ll never quit calling,
Yours was the first voice I heard and that I still love to hear.

So on this birthday if I haven’t said it enough,
let me be very clear indeed,
I am undeserving and SO grateful to be the middle child
of the amazing woman known as Jacque.




Absence of you 

I miss you, Grandpa Doc. Love, Sarah Lou 💔

A birthday cheer for my dear brother, SAMUEL!

It’s hard to believe another year has passed, and we’re celebrating the man
He’s known as the boss, Dad, and Sam, and some call him Sam I am

I have a few nicknames for you, Baby Bro, there’s Samuel, Samantha, Sammy C.
You’re a delightful guy, the funniest I’ve met; just as kind as a person can be

They say when you were young, you were too shy to talk,
which for some might be hard to believe
You didn’t trust many, and only talked to our mom, and sometimes the dogs, and me

But you talk now, without blinking an eye,
and people love to hear what you say
When you tell a story, your enthusiasm and charm transports us miles away

You’ve always been resourceful,
meticulous, a planner, dating back to your earliest days
You hid chocolate from our parents and how could they have known their toddler son stashed Libs in the fireplace?

On the shores of Dale Hollow, you’d watch boats pass us by,
You’re a man of the woods, camping, and hikes

You’re an overachiever when it comes to most things
Like scuba diving, swimming, and skiing
Dive wrecks for fun, jumping the wake
You always make it look easy

You can fix anything, build furniture in minutes, and organize a cluttered room
Laundry, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning
No mess is too big for you

You make me laugh till it hurts,
Your humor can’t be beat
Your philosophies are one of a kind
Take the seven minute rule in regards to the life of our trusty, McDs French fry

You can quote movie lines, give a great speech, and convince others to believe in your ways,
You know the rules to Fight Club, heroic speeches from flicks, like Braveheart and Independence Day

Once upon a time, in our UE days, we lived off of microwave food
Your friends stole my drinks, my leftover pizza, and locked me out of my bathroom

Still, you were such a great roomie, you vacuumed, dusted, and organized our lives
When the neighbors came calling and saw our spotless house, they couldn’t believe their eyes

How could a college house be so neat, so polished, and smell so clean?
They’d never met a guy like Sam, 150% OCD

I’ll never forget our answering machine with your rotating entertaining cheers
People called just to listen to your latest outbound message
They never knew what they’d hear

But they knew they’d laugh, and certainly smile,
And some days that’s all a person needs
You make people happy, they look forward to talking to you,
You always deliver, indeed

You’re a family guy, who does the right thing
And you’ll always be special to me
You’re the best brother, a good listener, and above all a friend
Happy Birthday to you, Sammy C!


Grandpa and grandkids

Happy Birthday, Charles!

Here is a birthday cheer for you,
My husband, the chef, and leader of our crew…

C is for caring, culinarian, and charm
H is for handsome, hard working, and heart
A is for adoration from all who’ve had your cuisine
R is for restaurateur, the best on the scene
L is for lovable, loyal, leader, and laughter
E is for excelling at everything you go after
S is for skilled, strong, and simply the sweetest soul
M is for merry, making it happen, motivating all you know
E is for envisioning a future that inspires
R is for reaching for your dreams and desires
E is for enthusiastic, exceptional, encouraging
D is for devoted, dad, doer, and daring
A is for admired, affectionate, and amazing in all you do
Y is for is for the yes that I said when I met the younger you

I’ve run out of letters, sad I know, but there is nothing I can do,
I could go on praising and telling all about my other half, C2.
But let’s celebrate, this is your day, so without further ado,
I wish you the best year yet, I love you so, here’s to 42!



Love, Sarah


A tribute to the best man ever…


My Grandpa, “Doc Standring”, passed a week ago today. My heart is still heavy and the tears are still coming. Since Grandpa was a huge supporter of my writing and my blog, I thought I’d post the words below I said at his funeral. My dad spoke as well, and he stood beside me while I shared my memories, for which I am so thankful. The few paragraphs in black ink are parts that I did not share at the funeral but thought people might like to read. Everything I said aloud is in blue. My family and I are thankful for all of the notes and kind words we have received over the past week. As we saw at the visitation and funeral, Grandpa was loved by so many people. God bless…Sarah  

I’m not a fan of public speaking. I have a history of breaking down in tears in front of groups as I am a bit of an introvert. But I can’t let this day pass without sharing some of my memories of the best man I have ever known. You probably called him Doc. I called him Grandpa. Sometimes, I called him Abuelo, the Spanish word for Grandpa, and he called me Sarita, the Spanish nickname for Sarah. He was my first inspiration to study Spanish. Grandpa was a constant source of inspiration to me. 

If you’re here right now, you know what he was like. He was intelligent, interested in learning more about everything, from technology to foreign languages to cooking. He was a hard-worker. He played the bagpipes. Not only was he a dentist in the Navy, he had his own practice here in Evansville. He was a proud founder of Sonitrol and opened his company here in 1969. He spoke to me often of our family ties to the co-founder of Sonitrol, his cousin Bob Baxter.

Grandpa loved his family and was interested in where we came from. He spent years collecting genealogy information on both sides of my family tree. He and my late grandma Marilyn even visited some of our distant relatives in England, the Standrings, and in recent years Grandpa was in constant contact with another one of our distant cousins, Almuth, in Germany. She helped him fill in some of the blanks of his ancestry study. One of the emails he sent me recently detailed some of the information about one of my ancestors, Bertha… In his email he wrote:

Hola Sarita, Here is some more information about one of your ancestors. Bertha was born in Ostfreisland, Holland near the German border in 1838.  At age 12, in 1851, she left with her family from Gross-Midlum, Germany and traveled to Baltimore.  The six weeks voyage was very hard and the ship came dangerously close to an iceberg.  The captain called everyone on deck to pray for a safe passage.

Grandpa worked hard to organize our ancestry for us, and I loved getting those emails.

As you know, Grandpa brought laughter and smiles to every room he entered. He had a lot to boast about, yet he never did. He was very humble. Instead of talking about himself, he had a knack for making others feel special.

For as far back as I can recall, Grandpa told me stories over and over about how he’d gotten such a kick out of my younger years. He’d say “Say-rah Lou”, or Sarah Louise, I remember when you were a baby. And you cried all of the time. But all I had to do was carry you outside, and you’d look up at the trees and get real quiet.

I was born on Flag Day, a lesser-known American holiday. Every single birthday, Grandpa would bring me my present along with a small USA flag and say Happy Birthday, Sarah Louise, and Happy Flag Day.

Everyone knows how he’d say, “You breed rabbits you get rabbits. “ Every time we did anything ornery growing up, which we are Standrings, so you know we did, sure enough he’d say it.

He’d entertain me and my siblings with jokes that many of you are familiar with. He’d play pranks on his friends. He’d ask to smell your ice cream cone or popsicle as you were eating it, and then he’d steal a bite- He taught my dad to do this, too.

I used to love when I’d hear the story of when my dad first introduced my mom to my grandparents. They were at the Evansville Country Club eating dinner. This was in the seventies so my mom had on an assortment of rings. At the end of the meal when the desserts arrived, Grandpa asked my mom if she thought his piece of carrot cake felt a little too warm. He kept waving his hand over his cake and asking her what she thought. Though hesitant, he finally convinced her to wave her hand over the cake to check, and she did. Immediately, he smashed her hand, completely submerging it into the cake, covering her hand and rings with cake and icing. Welcome to the family.

I always looked forward to eating lunch at the Shrine. Not really because of the food, but to see my dad and my Grandpa and to hear the jokes Grandpa would tell. One time when I was in high school, right after he got his first hearing aids, we were there eating lunch, and he got that mischievous look on his face, so I knew he had a new joke to tell us. This one involved my dad’s help. From across the table, Grandpa looked at my dad and said, “You know, Mark. I’ve got this new hearing aid. It’s the best one yet. I can hear the leaves rustling in the breeze; I can hear the birds chirping off in the distance. It’s incredible.” Right on cue, Dad would tilt his head and ask, “What kind is it?” Grandpa would lift his hand to his ear and reply, “What time is it?” He’d look at his watch and add, “It’s ten past twelve.” I don’t know how many times they told that joke, but I never got tired of hearing it.

At one time, Grandpa hired all of the acts for the circus. He took me back stage every year growing up to meet the entertainers. One year, Lassie was the main act, and they needed a helper, and Grandpa really wanted me to do it. But I was about ten and terribly shy and didn’t want to. But he insisted, and I could never say no to him. I always wanted to please him because I admired him so much. I had short hair at the time and the announcer kept calling me a boy, and I wanted to run and hide, but I didn’t. I couldn’t let Grandpa down.

One year in St. Croix, Grandpa and I noticed an older German traveler; he was there alone. And Grandpa told me, “Go use your German and talk to him. He’s all alone.” I honestly didn’t want to approach a strange man and strike up a conversation, but not being able to say no to Grandpa, I did and found out the man’s wife had recently passed and he was sailing around the world. Every day, Grandpa encouraged me to go keep the man company for a few minutes and finally one day Grandpa said, “Sarah, I want you to invite him to dinner with us.” So I did. He ate dinner with all nine of us one night, and we had a great time. The man felt so special that we had included him in our family plans, and he thanked us. Grandpa was so pleased, not just because I had used my German, but because he just couldn’t let that old guy feel alone. He wanted him to feel special.

When I first got published, I knew he’d be proud of me, but I honestly didn’t expect him to read my book. But he did, and he quoted lines from my book back to me. He showed up at Barnes and Noble for every event with his walker, even when he wasn’t feeling well. He always made me feel so special. When I’d write a poem or a blog post online, he’d read it and post a comment for me to see. Two weeks ago, I wrote a blog and it had only been up for five minutes when I received a notification that William Standring had commented. Just seeing his name and comment made me smile.

Grandma Marilyn used to tell me the story about when she and Grandpa officially became an item. She said one day while she was in nursing school in St. Louis, she came home to find Grandpa and one other fella standing at her doorstep. Both of them had been trying to win her heart. She said it was a deciding moment. It was serious. She had to make a choice. She looked from one guy to the other and then she walked straight over to Grandpa. She told me she just knew she had to choose him. I’d always been told about when I was a baby and I wouldn’t let anyone hold me- willingly that is- except three people. My Mom, my dad, and my Grandpa Doc. My grandmothers couldn’t hold me, but Grandpa could hold me all he wanted. I went straight to him. I never asked Grandma to elaborate as to how she knew Grandpa was the one. I didn’t need an explanation. Of course, he was the one. Just like I knew from the moment I met him as a child, I went straight to him, too.

A few months back, Grandpa emailed Sam, Coleen, and me, and he told us in the email he didn’t think he had much time left. Then he wrote, “It has been a privilege to be your grandpa.” The email made me cry, imagine that- and of course, I wrote him back immediately and told him “Grandpa, it has been a privilege being your granddaughter too, and just so you know I plan to see you again in Heaven.”

Friday I watched my daughter, Audrey, give a presentation about Neil Armstrong’s success story. I couldn’t stop thinking about Grandpa. Grandpa’s success story wasn’t the businesses he started and grew or honors he received. Those things were important and they’ll live on through the next generations. Sonitrol will continue to be carried on by my brother, Sam. And that made Grandpa so proud. But Grandpa’s success story was more than that. His success story was the way he made us feel. He made each and every one of us feel loved and feel special, and he made us smile.

One of my friends told me the other day, that the more you love someone, the more your heart hurts when they pass. Well, Grandpa I must have loved you more than I can comprehend, because my heart has never hurt like this before.

Still, I’m certain God has a new angel in charge of the entertainment committee and probably telling one of his favorite jokes as we speak.

May those of us still here do our best to carry on his legacy of love and laughter. We’ll never forget you, Grandpa. And we’ll see you again.

 Sarah and Grandpa Doc

Grandpa came to every book event I had back home in Indiana. ❤

Grandpa and Grandma

Grandma and Grandpa in 1947 at the Washington University School of Nursing Prom. Grandpa went to dental school there, and Grandma went to nursing school there.

Grandpa and grandkids

My brother Sam, myself, sister Coleen, and Grandpa at his last birthday party

Dad and Sarah

My dad and I after Grandpa’s funeral


Link shared by Sonitrol about Grandpa:

A birthday poem for my dad…

Sarah and Dad

A birthday poem for my dad…

You taught me how to scuba dive and how to water ski,
You taught us about survival skills and made me learn to buddy breathe.

You showed me how to pull a prank on unsuspecting old ladies playing cards,
You built the world’s best treehouses for me and my friends in our backyard.

“Jump in feet first, in case of logs!” you’d warn as you pushed me in the river,
And when I’d drifted ten feet from the boat you’d add, “Watch out for and sharks!” and make me shiver.

You taught me how to tackle my fears and how to say my prayers,
No matter how much our adventures scared me, Mom reminded me you were teasing, and I always knew you cared.

If I came home crying after a bad day at school or maybe a fight with a friend,
You’d smile and offer to beat someone up, immediately making me feel better again.

Whitesnake, The Cars, The Stones, CCR, and even ACDC,
You nurtured my love of classic rock and showed me what it means to be OCD.

Windex, Bleach, and Mr. Clean can be found in your favorite household stash,
You’d empty out indoor bins, putting everything in your “central outdoor trash”.

“Eat every bean and pea on your plate, and beans are the magical fruit!”
“Don’t take crap off of anyone, just give them the Standring Salute!”
“But be kind to animals and help those in need,”
Your advice was varied and interesting in deed.

When cheerleader tryouts had me too anxious to sleep, you said it’d be over with in a short while,
“You’ve got this Princess, just do your best and give them your winning smile.”

Some days you came home too tired to think, but we’d beg you to put on a show,
You’d help me with my math homework then sit down behind the drums and give us the world’s best drum solo.

It’s been years now since I’ve lived under your roof, but the memories have scarred me for life, wink wink.
Growing up with a dad like Dr. Mark, is a lot harder to sum up in a poem than you’d think.

So Dad, for your birthday on the 2nd day of June,
I want to thank you for being my dad and offer up your favorite tune…

‘We’re not gonna take it, no we ain’t gonna take it,
We’re not gonna take it, anymore….’

Sometimes when I start to have doubts or question my purpose in life,
I think of the dad who taught me to pray, to smile, and to put up a fight.

Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you more than I can put into words.


What kind of woman am I?!?

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I’m walking my dog this morning when I spot a snake-not this one- slithering from the garbage can on the side of the house into the neighbor’s yard.  “Ahhhh…”  I moan.

‘Get Shorty,’ our recently adopted baby probably wonders what is up.  “Sorry, Shorty,  I need to get my camera,” I explain as I pull her inside the house in a frenzy.  Get Shorty, aka Shorty, came with the name, and being the issue sensitive people that we are, we didn’t want to confuse her by changing her name.  But of course, certain relatives of MINE think it’s degrading to call a dog Shorty and insist on calling her Shortcake… because it sounds ‘cuter.’  Long story short, I call the poor pup everything from Shortstop to Shortcake to Sabrina these days.  (Sabrina is my youngest child.)  If the dog didn’t have issues when she arrived here, I’m sure she’s got them now.  And she has probably never seen a person chase after a snake with a  camera before either.

I unleash Shorty and grab my camera, telling the kids about the snake.  They are excited.  “Get a good picture, Mommy!” they cheer after me encouragingly.

Camera in hand, vowing to walk Shorty as soon as I get back, I tiptoe towards the neighbor’s yard but, suddenly I hesitate.  Do I really want to add ‘mother arrested for trespassing’ to the list of issues my own children might have?

No, I don’t…so I give up, going back inside.

“Did you get a picture of the snake, Mommy?”

“No,” I admit.

“Oh, too bad,” my oldest seems disappointed.

Minutes later, I’m pacing the kitchen floor, sharing my children’s disappointment, so bummed I didn’t get a photo of the snake.  What kind of woman am I?  I can’t even trespass?  I’m such a chicken.  The need to succeed overwhelms me…

I decide to investigate in my own back yard.  Forget the neighbor’s place.  This is Florida, the land of all things wild and reptilian.  Surely, at this early morning hour I might catch a snake hunting.

“This is a wild goose chase,” I mumble as I walk through the patio door.  But I stand still for about sixty seconds in the middle of the yard, scanning my surroundings like a cat stalking it’s prey…and that’s when I spot this black racer!  Yippee!

I move ever so slowly, but not slowly enough, because the racer immediately lifts it’s head to look at me.  I hold my breath, and snap, snap, snap, I get a photo that will work.  “Yes!”  I proclaim victoriously.  The racer waits patiently for my happy dance, and I inform him quite cheerfully, “You’re going to be on my blog!”

Seemingly under-enthused- if you ask me- about this piece of information, the racer goes on it’s way, away from me…and I return to my house.

My children are bouncing off the walls with anticipation.  “Did you get a photo, Mommy?”

Proudly, I look them in the eyes and nod my head.  “Yes. I. did.”

Cheers of jubilation erupt throughout my home.  My children are so proud of their brave, non-venomous snake chasing mother, and I’m sure the triumph of this day will circulate among internet circles for days to come…

My husband, as usual, seems concerned with my wildlife fascination, but kisses me goodbye before he leaves for work.  And Shorty, Shortcake, Shortstop, Sabrina-whatever you want to call her- is excited to resume her morning walk.  And as we walk, I must say, I think she holds her head a little higher.  She’s starting to appear proud to be a member of this issue-packed group of humans.

Of course, now that I’m typing this blog, it would appear today’s excitement has wiped poor Shorty out…


In the mood for a Fresh Seafood Dinner…


Just last week, that Chef husband of mine opened our new restaurant, Mereday’s Fine Dining, at The Naples Bay Resort.  In a pre-opening family outing, he took us out for a fresh, seafood dinner.  What a treat to spend some family time together -during the launch of a restaurant, which I promise you can be intense, and what an even bigger treat, if you’re ‘a crazy bird lady’ like moi, to see two Osprey on our way home from dinner.  Turns out, we weren’t the only ones in the mood for fresh local fish.  😉  Check out the menu at our new place at, or visit the Facebook page to see what sort of fresh food the chef is serving. 🙂