Molly-Ann Leikin Creative Writing Services Offered By Molly-Ann Leikin Executive Speechwriter, Emmy-nominee

Molly's Speech Portfolio

 

As an Executive Speechwriter, I write for CEO’s, CFO’s, UFO’s, plus acceptance speeches for the Golden Globes, Emmys, Grammys, Oscars and Tonys. 

 
 
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First tip: never open with “I’d like to thank…” It’s a cliché. You’re not. I can help you find a clever way to mention and thank everyone.

Deal?

 

Acceptance Speech
for Marla Dan


 

Hadassah was the original name of Queen Esther in the Old Testament. Esther means Myrtle tree, which, in Jewish tradition, represents the morning star.

As members of Hadassah, we can make a broken sky whole again with hope – our circle of hope. We do that every time we step up to make a difference.

As your president, I am inspired by the spirit of your philanthropy and service that promises and delivers cutting edge medicine and care in our hospitals. That spirit stands firm, on the front lines, arms folded, to stop violence against women and children, once and for all. This organization will always honor its’ commitment to our day care centers and technical schools. As Hadassah volunteers, it’s never just something to do. It’s the right thing to do.

I have an ambitious agenda. And I need your help. Starting today, we are going to be bold. Bold with a capitol B. I challenge us to expand our donor base, strengthen our National platform and our brand. I want the Hadassah Gift Catalog to be as cool as iTunes.

But most important, we need to focus on our mentorship program, through which we gather the wisdom and experience of our mothers and grandmothers, who have been members all of their lives, and are willing to teach the ideals of this organization to our youngest women, who, thank G-d, have never lived in a world without an Israel.

It’s almost 2018, and time to combine our proud legacy with the endless possibilities of our future.

Times are tough, but we’re Jewish women and we’re tougher. Nobody is stronger than we are, standing together, one voice, one vision.

Now I need you to bring your 100% to the table, and then I need 10% more.

Can I count on you?

Okay – let’s go out there, let’s be bold – so we can keep our morning star, Hadassah, shining brighter than ever.

 

© 2018 Molly-Ann Leikin

 

 
 

Bar Mitzvah Speech
Example

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Bar Mitzvah Speech Example: Mark David’s Speech For His Daughter’s Bat Mitzvah


My Bar Mitzvah was one of the happiest occasions in my life, when everyone who was important to me gathered together. Now it’s your turn, Lacy, your Bat Mitzvah, in this Sanctuary full of hope and flowers, with G-d all around us – our family, extended family, friends, two cats, a dog, and all of my dreams for you.

Your mom and I were together for ten years, never expecting to have children. But then, thirteen years ago, at two o’clock on a soft, snowy Valentine’s Day morning, you arrived with your basket of redheaded miracles, filling my clumsy, grateful heart with another blessing every day.

There are so many.

When you were two, I fed you sushi, which you ate, no big deal, while all the other little girls were struggling with squash. At five, you insisted I get my Doctorate in Dollies, so we could play with yours. The following year, I was honored to escort you to a Princess and Tea birthday party, complete with that f’kaktah frilly costume and the floppy, purple hat.

At eight, you took me snowboarding, convinced you were better at it than I was, even though you crashed a dozen times. And at eleven point six, we went to that haunted Halloween house in Bracebridge, where I was more terrified than you’ll ever be.

Not many young ladies are as comfortable on roller coasters, and bungee jumping, as they are curled up with their cats. But they’re not, and could never be, you, an A student who always has a good word for everyone.

It feels like you just got here, Lacy, and yet, you’ll be off to college in five years. I treasure our time together – riding bikes through Queen’s Park, walking over to Yorkville, grabbing a pizza at Nirvana, dessert at The Four Seasons, and especially our family Friday night dinners at home.

Honey, you’ve met the challenges in your life with grace and grit. Blue Mountain knows you can tame her. When she says bring it on, you and your friends on the Ski Cross team do just that, showing those slopes how it’s done when it’s done right, and you rank #12. This commitment to your sport dazzles me. You don’t spend every possible weekend on the mountain because your mom and I tell you to. You’re there because you want to be there.

Unlike most kids, you don’t practice the Jewish religion because we do. You chose to be a Jew, discovering and enjoying our traditions on your own. Nobody in this world could be more pleased by that choice than me.

Every night as I pass your bedroom door, making my list of wishes for your life, as soon as I write one down, another one pops up, with a dozen more. Lacy, I want you to find your way, whichever undiscovered roads you take, and hope you’re smiling with every step, proud of who you are. You’ll make an amazing mom someday. I hope your children bring you as much joy and wonder as you and Muskoka do to your mom and me.

This is the beginning of the adventure called your teens. As you grow into a woman, it’s exciting to know you can be whatever you want to be, flying as high as high goes, then double it, and triple it again. Just promise me one thing: no matter how many mountains you conquer, remember that this guy who tries so hard to be cool in your eyes, will always be here for you, no matter what.

Thank you for making me so proud to be your dad. Happy birthday, Lacy. I love you. L’chaim.

 

Bar Mitzvah Speech Example
© 2018 Anything With Words - Molly-Ann Leikin

 

 

Weddings
She said YES! 

Proposals | Engagements | Wedding Vows | Bridal Party Toasts | Anniversary Speeches


 
 

 

You’re getting married! He finally popped the question, “will you sign the pre-nup here and here?”

Since the lawyers filed that document, Vera Wang has been gowning. Jimmy Chew, shoeing. Mothers are kvelling. Daddies are liquidating portfolios – and that’s just for the cake.

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Florists, forests, caterers, musicians, beauticians, photographers, videographers, calligraphers, priests, rabbi’s and security guys have come together, forming an industry bigger and more powerful than The US Marine Corps, whose only mission is to make your wedding day perfect.
Now you have to write a speech for your wedding that is worthy of your moment.

I suppose you could find some $77.00 schlock site where you could download the same rhetoric 166,000 other folks have used this week alone. But aren’t you more special than that? Don’t you and your fiancé have a relationship fingerprint that is unique? Don’t you love one another like no other couple ever has? Surely you don’t want your wedding speeches, your wedding toasts and your vows, clogged up with clichés? Wouldn’t you rather be honest, have everything sparkle, saying what could only come from your heart to his?

I know your answer is yes.

But hey, you say, “I’m an IT person, not any kind of speechwriter. I just can’t write a speech or toast for my wedding” Or, “I’m a CFO. No classes on speeches at The Wharton School. I need help writing my speech for my wedding”. And “I have two gold medals for wrestling (OK – one was from the Olympics, the other from the Barney’s ten minute ramekin sale). I can fight. But I can’t write. Especially about love. Love and above. That’s all I know, dude.”

 

No worries. I can take the intimidation away. Immediately. I can help you write your wedding speech, and wedding toast.

 
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There are many different kinds of speeches and toasts to be given before and during a wedding. They range from the proposal, to the bridal shower to “Attention: there’s a chartreuse pick-up with the lights on…” Follow them with toasts to the bride, groom, by and to the father of the bride, mother of the bride, stepfather of the groom, foster mother of the groom’s moil. Let’s not forget wedding speeches for the maid of honor, best man, siblings of the happy couple, their Facebook friends, Drs. Phil and Drew, family pets, both real and imaginary, and finally, the nannies, some of whom might have to teleconference from caves in Curacao.

It might feel overwhelming to you, but speechwriting for weddings and writing wedding toasts is easy for me.

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Even with all the procrastination, the warm-up is part of my writing process. And yours.

Preparing to write speeches for weddings plus wedding toasts, I go shopping for shoes, take a number of long walks, devour Candy Corn, lock my phones in the trunk, and line up all my ritual stuff. That includes a glass of water, an ice bag for my neck, a second chair on which I rest my right foot, and then hang Post-its saying, “I can do it I can do it I can do it” all around my monitor. Next, I roll my shoulders backwards and forwards, stretch my jaw six times, and finally type something dumb, like “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog”. Then I have something on paper, which I might change to “The quick brown fox skidded to a halt when the hunky, albeit, lazy, dog walked by and the fox knew this was the one…”

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See, at that point, I’m actually on point, playing with the words, instead of clobbering every syllable that isn’t brilliant in what I call “my early garbage draft”.

From there, I make lists of what I want to say in my wedding speeches and toasts for weddings.

Like a grocery list. Instead of “linguini, zucchini, scaloppini and gum”, I might write “I love your big feet, your big hugs and small AMEX balance…” Moving forward, I make another list of all the reasons I’m honored to be someone’s life partner, then tell a story or two about our courtship, and look out – I’ve already got a very good start on my remarks. My wedding speech is almost written. See? Easy.

To show you the importance of choosing every word carefully, I was contacted several years ago by The Norman. (not his real name). He had already asked a lady to marry him, twice, and got “no thanks” both times. So he asked me to write a marriage proposal for him that would change the response.

I did. She said yes. The young woman never knew Norman was so romantic, passionate and completely committed to her happiness. (I even told my client to return the ring his lady had been turning down, and get a bigger one, in a more turquoise box tied with a pretty white ribbon.)

He and Julie have been married twenty-one years and six days.

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Here are five simple tips to writing a wedding speech or wedding toast, whether the ceremony is at
City Hall or in the City of Light.

 

 

Start early. Don’t wait until the flowers and the florist flop over before you commit quality time to what you want to say.

Practice. This will put you, your fiancé and your guests at ease.

Be brief. This is about love, not a debate on healthcare. Say what you feel, not what other people have already said.

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Be a little funny, a little teary, and finish on a positive note, making everybody cheer.

Should you need some help writing your wedding speech or wedding toast, I’m right here with my basket of beautiful words that we’ll choose together for your one-of-a-kind, one-in-a-lifetime wedding.

 

Eulogy Speech
Examples

A few tender words from the heart to say good bye.

 
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Eulogy for John Carter, formerly of
Atlantic Records

 

DJ David Diamond, of the Diamond Mine at KISS FM, who is recovering from a stroke, asked his friend, Molly-Ann Leikin, to write down a few words from his heart to say good bye.

 

 

Carter and I were blood. It wasn’t just white cells and red cells with some plasma thrown in. It was rock ‘n roll. We go all the way back to Denver, where I was a DJ in the 60’s and Carter was in The Rainy Days. I managed the group, and when “Acapulco Gold” was a smash, I hooked the band up with a guy I knew in Hollywood, named Phil Spector.

In 1967, Carter and Tim Gilbert wrote “Incense and Peppermints”, which I published. Then Carter became the tour manager for the Stones. By the 70’s, he was the A & R guys’ A & R guy at Capitol and lived in a Frank Lloyd Wright mansion.

While I was a DJ at KFWB, Carter turned me on to all the new music – The Kinks, Cream, Buffalo Springfield and Bobbie Gentry. In the 80’s, he produced four tracks on Tina Turner’s Grammy-winning, Private Dancer CD. But all accomplishments aside, his happiest day, and one I shared with him, was when he brought his beautiful baby girl, Crosby, home from the hospital.

No matter what was playing, Carter and I listened and grew together. Even after I became a professor and moved back to the Midwest, we still spoke every other day.

Our friendship was a gift to me. Proud to know him as a man, a musician and as a party, I’ve established a $5000 ASCAP scholarship for songwriting in his name.

As the orange sun waits a moment longer before setting over my front porch in the Black Hills, seems to me I’ll probably spend the rest of my life dialing Carter’s number. I know, somehow, no matter where he is, he will always call me right back.

Good night, sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, from an iPhone 4S.

Love,
David Diamond

Eulogy Example © 2018 Anything With Words - Molly-Ann Leikin

 

Eulogy for Uncle Fudo

Uncle Fudo lived for 92 years.


 

This eccentric man was my beloved uncle. Born in Idaho, and the first of Kogoro and Harue’s five children, he was named after a deity. In 1921, that wasn’t done. But his parents knew their son had a magical spirit.

As a boy, he was a voracious reader, and rubbed a red apple against his pant leg while devouring every book. By the last page, that apple was shining. His passion for the written word grew every day. In fact, his high school librarian was sure Fudo had read every tome in the place at least once. Same with the San Diego Public Library.

I was Fudo’s youngest niece. But he was much more to me than an uncle. Helping with my homework, he was proud of everything I did. As soon as I could talk, we spoke on the phone every night. And he taught me to love books, just as he did. When I went away to college, we wrote weekly letters to each other. His included detailed weather reports, and that week’s “Dennis the Menace” and “Marmaduke” comics, which we read together since I was four.

One of the books my uncle devoured was about Native Americans making bows and arrows. Mesmerized, Uncle Fudo crafted his own hunting tools, duplicating what the tribesmen had done, treating the wood over an open fire.

 
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A machinist by trade, and a valued employee at Convair, Fudo’s meticulous fingerprint appeared in everything he created. He made me a doll house, a rocking chair, and I’m wearing the peach pit ring he carved for me. See? Then, of course, there were his trademark model planes and all those toys. In fact, one of them, which he created for his little brother while they were prisoners in the relocation camp in Poston, Arizona during World War II, was found ten years later, and was displayed at the Japanese Friendship Garden in Balboa Park. Down the road, it was donated to their collection.

Then there was his garage. Doesn’t this hanger remind you of it?

 
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From my early childhood, I gathered memory after sparkling memory of me jumping out of my parents’ cream-colored, 1976 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, which was as big as a boat, and pulling up in front of a large, ‘20’s house with a white picket fence that always needed mending. I’d run up the front stairs to the porch, racing breathlessly through door after door after door, to the back porch. Ducking under the clothesline, passing the fig, guava, and loquat trees, the roses and one pink camellia bush – I ran to the garage. Most people would write off that man cave as a catastrophe, but those of us who knew Uncle Fudo, realized that miracle after miracle was coming to life in there.

Wearing grey magnifying glasses, he never seemed to move from his stool. Sometimes I wouldn’t interrupt him, preferring to stand by quietly and watch him tinker. But I think he knew I was there. And when he finally acknowledged me, he insisted I wear safety goggles.

It was in that mindboggling mess crammed with precariously stacked tools, packages, wood and papers, that we played Scientist.

Our task was always the same: to create the best weed killer in the world. My assignment was to go through the yard, gathering berries, leaves, petals and mint. Then Uncle Fudo and I would carefully mix them with varying amounts of baking soda, mouthwash, and cayenne pepper, put the concoction in a plastic squirt bottle and spray the stubborn weeds. We had to change the formula over and over, but we finally got it. No weed in San Diego County could defy our cocktail!

Using the darkroom he built in another corner of the garage, Fudo took photographs and developed the film himself, which inspired his younger brother, Hideo, to study at San Diego Community College with Maurice Roy, the world-class portrait photographer. Hideo learned so much from his eldest sibling that he enjoyed a long, successful career with Eastman Kodak.

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Hideo learned so much from his eldest sibling that he enjoyed a long, successful career with Eastman Kodak.

Fudo looked like a homeless man in the frayed, brown sweater that had been patched and repatched until Auntie Ty threw up her hands. My uncle wore a blue baseball cap that he probably got, for free, from the machinists’ union. Since he didn’t drive a car, he believed in walking everywhere, which wore his leather shoes down to the asphalt. Zipped all the way up, his jackets were thin nylon, with pockets full of junk that anyone else would quickly discard.

His shirts were either tan or plaid, and no one ever saw Uncle Fudo without a white, plastic pocket protector holding one red pen, one standard graphite pencil, one black pen and a retractable razor.

A frugal man, Fudo saved his money. He lived with Auntie Ty, who absolutely kept the promise she made their mother to take good care of him. Eating rice most of the time because it was cheap, along with some veggies, he flabbergasted his devoted sister by finishing a whole rice bag full of beetles, shrugging it off, saying, “The boiling water will kill them”.

And of course, it did.

Nobody could speak about Fudo for a Nano-second without mentioning his model planes. They fascinated my dad so much, he worked on aircraft his whole career.

One of my favorite stories is about the competition in Finland that my uncle just couldn’t attend. But his model was flown to Helsinki anyway. Later, he travelled all across this country to fly his models competitively. And the entire workspace behind our family home on Newton Avenue was stuffed to bursting with his supplies, equipment, plans and finally the proud planes he made by hand.

Fudo also made special gifts of original, hand-crafted wooden toys, banks, musical instruments, puzzles and jewelry. Some of the most memorable are his giraffe bank and the mini thumb piano. A shrewd collector who knew how things appreciate, he bought and gave away newly minted coins and stamps. Saving his pennies and precious, extra change in little Sucrets tins, he made presents of them, too.

When it was finally time for Hospice, the staff there said he’d live one more month.

Having the final say in his destiny, he lived one month and one more day.

I am blessed with an overflowing basket of happy mornings, afternoons and evenings with my uncle. The earliest one I remember happened when riding in the car seat in the back of my dad’s Cutlass, where uncle Fudo was sitting next to me. I had just learned the word “boyfriend”, thinking it meant your most favorite person and someone you’d like to be with all the time. That wispy afternoon, I asked him if he’d be my boyfriend. But he didn’t answer. So I never knew if he loved me or not.

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But after he died, and I opened the blue file box full of his important papers – a lapsed insurance policy, his will, and Social Security documents – I also found the weathered, but neatly folded paper on which I’d written the final recipe for our weed killer.

 

 

Eulogy Example © 2018 Anything With Words - Molly-Ann Leikin

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