The Promo for “Life’s a Tripp” – My New Show on Lifetime!

A scene from "Life's a Tripp!"

I’m so excited about my new show on Lifetime!  Here’s the 60 second promo, for those of you who haven’t had a chance to see the commercial yet.

Who’s going to tune in?


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  • Sherry

    Addendum: Somehow I copied that in here and missed a portion! I don’t want to see you acting as a victim. You are not a victim. You are in a position to show strength, not weakness. Is it hard to be a single parent? Yes. No matter whether paying the bills is a hardship or not, it’s a tough job to do right by your child. Your motherhood is a blessing from God, not an error of humanity. All children come from God no matter what the circumstance. Show the world your strength and the strength that comes from your family. If it is your point to show a better way, people will listen to that.

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  • http://httpe//non82 eMilliei

    I watch your show and I really enjoyed it. I’m looking forward to the next one. Tripp is adorable
    and such a beautiful child. I thought you handle that guy just right. Like someone else has said
    you don’t worry about those people that act awful. You have alot of people pulling for you. If anyone
    had said that about my mother I would have done the same thing.

  • sharon

    the ratings speak volumes and we the people…..are ready for the walmart palins to exit the stage..FINALLY

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  • Mymati

    Bistol, my sister sent this to me today I thought you would enjoy it.
    A Blue Rose

    Having four visiting family members, my wife was very busy, so I offered to go to the store for her to get some needed items, which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags, detergent and Clorox. So off I went.

    I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies and headed for the checkout counter, only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man who appeared to be about sixteen-years-old. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, “Mommy, I’m over here.”

    It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged and also startled as he turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said, “Hey Buddy, what’s your name?”

    “My name is Denny and I’m shopping with my mother,” he responded proudly.

    “Wow,” I said, “that’s a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Steve.”

    “Steve, like Stevarino?” he asked. “Yes,” I answered. “How old are you Denny?”

    “How old am I now, Mommy?” he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle..

    “You’re fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let the man pass by.”

    I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes about summer, bicycles and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement, because he was the center of someone’s attention. He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

    Denny’s mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the time to talk with her son. She told me that most people wouldn’t even look at him, much less talk to him.

    I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I have no idea where it came from, other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit. I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow, and pink roses in God’s Garden; however, “Blue Roses” are very rare and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone doesn’t stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they’ve missed a blessing from God.

    She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, “Who are you?”

    Without thinking I said, “Oh, I’m probably just a dandelion, but I sure love living in God’s garden.”

    She reached out, squeezed my hand and said, “God bless you!” and then I had tears in my eyes.

    May I suggest, the next time you see a BLUE ROSE, whichever differences that person may have, don’t turn your head and walk off. Take the time to smile and say Hello. Why? Because, by the grace of GOD, this mother or father could be you. This could be your child, grandchild, niece, nephew or any other family member. What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.

    From an old dandelion! Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to the powers that be.

    “People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel !”

  • Dale

    I want to know how I can get paid to make positive posts on here. That is the only way you could get someone to post some of the crap that is on here. Your an insult to single mom’s. Your poor child is going to have to live with how you have exploited him, long after you have spent all your money. Do him a favor and make a fund for his therapy.

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  • ed bartsz

    Hi just want to tell you that it is a pleasure to pray for you an your little one. keep up the good work, and may God bless you a whole bunch.