The Posie Hudson

A virtual "blogship" carrying the ramblings of a retired guidette from New Jersey with a penchant for tripping over air, 80's pop culture and eating ramen for my cheat meal. I have mad skills at twirling a baton, paranoid mothering, Jersey Girl antics and sarcasm. My ship is filled with a new passion for fitness, humor, helping others, extreme love of music, movies and writing. I hope to inspire you and make you laugh while unloading my crazy cargo one blog post at a time. Welcome aboard!

Posts by Rose Lepore

Navigating the Mothership of Grief on Mother’s Day – A Tour Guide

Posted on May 13, 2017

Memories, Mom Scenes and Songs that make us Sob: Navigating the Mothership of Grief on Mother’s Day – A Tour Guide Step away from the card aisle. No, seriously. My golden rule is and has always been not to go near any card aisle during the Mother’s Day season.. Partially because Mom was a greeting card Ambassador…like actually worked for Ambassador Greeting cards. For real. I can recall going with her to the Mill Creek Mall in Secaucus and spending hours in Sam Goody shopping for cassettes while she updated the card stock in the supermarket there. Cards were here thing. Little did I know back in the early 90’s that those cards would someday be my own personal troll triggers of grief. I…

Klutz Walks Into A Gym

Posted on March 28, 2017

I am a klutz.  Been that way since the crib.  Literally launched myself out of my crib at a year old landing on a parquet wooden floor smashing my face and getting my very first (of a few) concussions… it was the beginning of my lifelong career of tripping on air and knocking things over…  I’m Dennis the Menace meets Mary Catherine Gallagher’s “Superstar” complete with chair crashing skills and destroying perfectly placed product displays in stores and malls.  Pretty sad I know but I’m happy that I’ve perpetually provided friends, fam and foe a well-stocked library of hilarious remember when Rose crashed moments and of course… my Mother’s beloved face palm reactions to such events… Now that you have this knowledge, you can…

A LOVE LETTER TO MY SNEAKERS AND THE CONCEPT OF “TRAINERSHIP”

Posted on March 8, 2017

All Aboard the “Trainership” But first… a love letter… Dear Sneakers, We met in the Westwood Marshalls.  You were there … on the clearance shelf… marked down to $34.99.  You were waiting for me.  I could feel it.  I looked past those other sneakers and their memory foam insoles and as if a bright light shone on you from up above.  You glowed…. And there I stood praying in front of those disheveled boxes that I would see those numbers…EIGHT POINT FIVE…. 8.5 RIGHT THERE  …  first box on the top.  Only ones left in my size…a perfect match.  I didn’t even try you on.  I knew.  We were about to begin a very difficult and rewarding journey together … and so we did…

Fear is a fucked up thing.

Posted on March 7, 2017

Thank God for Elizabeth Gilbert.  The same week I began my blog and poured out my first entry with brutal truth, I picked up her new book, Big Magic.  The timing of my purchase was not only perfect but lifesaving.  Days following my blog launch I experienced a paralyzing fear flu.  It crept into my brain like a gut launching stomach flu that consumes households with school aged kids in winter.  I tried to mask it with the “time management” excuses and “I’m planning my posts” etc. anytime I was asked by friends and followers…but I was full of shit.   The simple truth is that I’ve been scared out of my mind.  How do I go from unabashedly sharing details from the darkest rooms…

From Lazarus to Leia: My Year of Losing 100lbs of Cargo…

Posted on January 30, 2017

This is dedicated to anyone who is battling their weight, the heartbroken and the perpetual New Year’s “resolutioner”… those who began the year with a resolution to finally lose the weight or achieve a life goal and after one month into 2017 are ready to dock your ship in a port of no fucking results.  This is your official order to get back on and sail that bitch back out to sea.  Right now.  I was you… I too carried more hope in that damn ball in Times Square every New Year’s Eve for as long as I can remember.  The hope to change in a new year…to transform to a healthier version of me. ..and by the end of all those January’s up until the first…