Selena Gomez is apparently coming to Indianapolis this summer. Maybe even twice. Why do I care? Because my daughter Jillian is obsessed with her and Wizards of Waverly Place. I thought that it was actually a little bit too obsessed until my mom reminded me that I was just as obsessed at her age with Olivia Newton-John as what Jillian is with Selena Gomez. Point taken.
Which brings me to my problem. First I heard that Selena Gomez was going to be joining Lilith Fair, and it is going to be happening at Verizon in Noblesville in July. I resigned myself to the fact that I would be taking my 7 and 9 year old to Lilith Fair just to see Selena Gomez. Hours and hours of performances in the grass in the heat with two little girls for about 15 minutes of Selena Gomez magic.
Then I happened to be playing around on the Ticketmaster website today and discovered that Selena Gomez and the Scene (her band) are actually performing themselves in Indianapolis in August. They will be at the Hoosier Lottery Grandstand, which tells me it is part of the Indiana State Fair. Unfortunately, it’s the day that I will be in New York for Affiliate Summit.
Now both Jillian and I are going to have to appeal to my husband (who would probably rather have his teeth pulled out than attend a Selena Gomez concert) to not only take my daughters to it but to do it without me! Selena Gomez tickets are not expensive (that’s the plus side) and go on sale this week. If you happen to be in Springfield, IL, or Columbus, OH, you are also in luck. (Or maybe not?) I have to say that I am a little sad about missing my daughters’ first real concert, especially when I know how big this one is going to be for them.

Every year for the past seven years I have either run or walked the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Indianapolis. It is an unbelievable event. Even more than the money that is raised, I am impacted each year by the stories that I encounter. When you see a child wearing a picture of his mother with the words “In Memory of Mommy” written on it, you can’t help but be moved. And for every picture or story like that, there is another woman wearing a big pink boa and celebrating her recovery. The crowd is filled with stories of both hope and sorrow, which makes it all the more important to me that I involve my family.