Parenting
Boo! Hoo... :(

Boo! Hoo… :(

Yesterday my son brought home a letter stating that they were canceling Halloween at his elementary school. Needless to say, that went over like a brick. It’s no secret that I love Halloween. It’s no secret that I love my sons. You threaten to take away one, upsetting the other, and it’s no secret that...
A Moment Please

A Moment Please

How do we get through to him? He’s disinterested. We can’t force him to be engaged. He just doesn’t care and if he doesn’t care, we can’t make him. It’s almost as if Jett had heard our conversation. But he couldn’t have, could he? He was in his room, door closed, IPad on, attention diverted....
No, You're Not.

No, You’re Not.

Jett threw down his #2 pencil and sincerely spewed, “I’m Stupid!”. My heart sank. We’d been at it for what felt like hours. It’s 3RD GRADE MATH for crying out loud. How hard can it be??? Yet, there I was, sitting there thinking, “No my son, I don’t get this either. I’M stupid”. I know that I’m...
My Dad

My Dad

I lost my father last year. But technically I lost him a very long time ago. It’s no secret that my father and I weren’t close. We spoke only twice in two decades. I envied other people’s fathers – the kind of fathers I had seen in the movies or watched on TV. I grew up hoping...
Working, Living, Being Together... Foreeeeever.

Working, Living, Being Together… Foreeeeever.

Jason and I have had our ups and downs. It’s not easy to run a business (or two!) together, raise a family, live with in-laws (who are incredibly awesome BTW!) all the while maintaining a healthy, yet not-so-private (what’s up Facebook!), relationship. But we manage, because we love each other, and our family, with everything...
Get it???

Get it???

It’s weird to actually ‘get’ my kids. I mean REEEAAALLY get them, but I do. It’s hard for me to bite my tongue when Jett says he refuses to work in groups. It’s excruciating to force Dane into social situations when he’d rather just hang back in his room and let the company come to...
Lucky

Lucky

I am lucky because my son, Dane, was born with cerebral palsy, yet he is healthy and, without a doubt, the person I understand, and probably understands me, the most. I am lucky because my son Jett is on the autism spectrum, which likely had a hand in making him the most creative person I...
Hope & Humor

Hope & Humor

When children require hospitalization there are a few things you should know: Upon arrival, if given the opportunity, use valet.  Hospitals have so many handicapped parking spots that even with a handicapped sticker, if you don’t arrive before the crack of dawn, you’ll wind up trudging half a mile, in the sleet (in April, uphill,...
Inside Out - More Surgery...

Inside Out – More Surgery…

My skin is on inside out.  I want to throw up.  This won’t be clever, funny or well written.  This is the truth, as I am feeling it – right now. Dane goes in for surgery tomorrow at 11:30AM (if all goes according to plan).  I am sitting at my computer typing this, in the...
Hope

Hope

More surgery.  Words you come to love and hate.  No one wants to put their child through hospital stays, anesthesia, catheterization…  No one wants their baby poked, pricked, prodded and cut. But there it is, that magic word – hope.   It floats around the recovery room like a flock of butterflies, refusing to be wrangled...
Everybody Poops?

Everybody Poops?

So, there we are, in an upscale restaurant, having a drink, watching my hubby drum away, when suddenly, yep – that smell.  We all know that smell (parent or not).  Dane pooped. Dane’s six. He has Cerebral Palsy and, at this point in time, still uses a diaper.  As his Mom I do hope he...
Remember Me

Remember Me

How will my sons remember me?  Will they remember when I was at home, at their school, on stage, a certain role in a movie or maybe screaming like a crazed lunatic at someone that (I felt) might do them harm? I know how I remember my mom.  And no, she’s not gone.  She’s alive...