Marie Forleo
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268 appearances
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first heard Mar 2025
last heard Mar 2025
Marie Forleo’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Back in the day, when you kind of were loyal to a brand, you could cut out what was known as a proof of purchase. So those were on the back of like cereal boxes or milk cartons or orange juice cartons. And if you saved up enough of them, you can mail them in and they would send you something like a free recipe book or a whole set of utensils or something like that.
And one of my mom's favorite possessions in the whole world was this little AM FM transistor radio that she got from Tropicana Orange Juice for free. So this little radio looked like an orange. It had this cute red and white straw sticking out of the side. That's the antenna. And my mom loves music too.
And so I remember as a kid, anytime that I needed to find my mom, like somewhere around our yard or somewhere around the house, all I had to do was listen for the sound of this tinny little radio of her like music blaring out of it. And one day I remember walking home from school and I'm approaching the house and I hear her tunes. It was like a Donna Summer or something.
I get closer and the music is like coming from a strange orientation. It was actually coming from way up high. I was caught off guard and I look up and I see my mom perched precariously on the roof of our two story house. I don't see a ladder. I don't see, I just see her like perched up there with this little orange sitting next to her butt. And I'm like, mom, are you okay? What are you doing? Why
how do you do it on the roof up there? And she's like, Ray, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. She's like, the roof had a leak. I called the roofer. He said it was going to be at least 500 bucks. I said, screw that. There's some extra asphalt in the garage. I'm doing it myself. Super frugal. I was like, okay, cool.
So another day I come home, I remember walking through the door and like, I hear like, I'm every woman, like in the back and my mom's in the bathroom. I push open the door and there's like dust particles all over and there's pipes sticking out of the wall. Like it looked like a bomb went off. It was crazy. And I was like, mom, are you okay? What's going on?
She's like, oh, you know, the caulking was off and the tiles were cracked. I didn't want the bathroom to get moldy. So I'm retiling everything. Okay. Now you have to get that my mom is just high school educated, right? And this is the 1980s. So we don't have Google. We don't have YouTube. We don't have TikTok. Like we don't have any of the things that you could look up how to do stuff.
And so one day it was the fall, it was getting dark early and I came home from school and it was already like kind of creepy. And as I approached my house, something was different. no lights on and it was totally silent. And for an Italian American home, if it's quiet and dark, this is not a good sign.
So I walk in and I had this pit in my stomach because I knew something was off and I'm like, where the hell is my mom? Where's the radio? Like it's too silent here. And then all of a sudden I hear these clicks and clacks like coming out of the kitchen. I follow the sound and I see my mom hunched over the kitchen table, look like an operating room. There were screwdrivers and like electrical tape.
And then in about a dozen pieces, a completely dismantled Tropicana orange radio. I was like, mom, what happened? Is it broke? That's like your favorite thing in the world. She says to me, she's like, oh no, everything's fine. She's like, the antenna was off and the dial wasn't working right. So I'm just putting it back together.
And I finally thought to ask the question I should have always asked, which was this. I said, hey mom, how do you know how to do so many things that you have never done before? And there's nobody showing you how to do it. And she put down her screwdriver and she cocked her head to the side. She said, Marie, what are you talking about? She's like, nothing in life is that complicated.
If you roll up your sleeves, you get in there and you do it. Everything is figureoutable. And Holly, I kid you not. I was just like, everything is figureoutable. What? everything is figureoutable. It's like that phrase washed over me and it lodged into my heart so deep that it became the operating system through which I lived, honestly, the rest of my life.
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It got me through high school and abusive relationships and all the BS that most of us go through, getting college and education and rejection, all the things. And there is not a day that goes by
that I still do not use that phrase or that we don't use it in our team and our company or in some aspect that it doesn't help me when the shiitake hits the fan in life, because it does for all of us, get myself back into a space of going like, let's problem solve. Let's get creative. Who can I call? I may not have all the answers.
Thank you.
I'm not saying that I know how to necessarily figure everything out, but that it is figureoutable.
Yeah. So it was, I was around eight when my parents got divorced. And so essentially it was never about like drugs or infidelity or, you know, anything like that. It was, it was always, my parents fighting was always about money. and there not being enough of it. And so when the divorce finally came final one day, when the papers were done, I remember watching my mom in the kitchen.
And my mom's a little woman, and she had probably lost, I don't know, 15 to 20 pounds, to be perfectly honest with you. She was like a skeleton. And this was back when there was landlines. So she had the phone wrapped around her hand, and blood was drained out of it. And she's on the phone crying to her mother, my grandmother, who was in Florida. And she's like, I have nothing. I have nothing.
Do you understand that? I have nothing. And then she hung up the phone and she leaned down, bent down because I was small and she put her hands on my shoulders and her forehead was next to mine and she shook me. She said, Marie, don't be stupid like I was. Do you see what I'm going through right now? Don't ever let a man control your money. Don't ever let anyone control your destiny.
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