How to Plan the Perfect Staycation (And Why You Need One)

Since Dave and I are both close to our families and have family in several places throughout Wisconsin and Michigan, we spend a lot of time traveling. Obviously we love visiting family and friends, but it can be exhausting. We either take a half-day on Friday or leave right after work to drive anything from 1.5 to 5 hours. We spend one full day, then turn around on Sunday and make the drive all over again. Often times, we end up over-scheduling ourselves. We’ll have two months in a row sometimes where we’re driving somewhere else every weekend....more

Breaking the Cycle of Violence

I believe that my female ancestors must be smiling down on my daughter and me. Wherever they are, I sense that they are blessing my place in our lineage and the glory that my daughter will reap. This is because she will be free from the violence that has plagued these women through the generations....more

Easy and Impressive Marshmallow Ghost Pops

Here's a really quick, easy yet impressive recipe (in the loosest sense of the word) for little hands this Halloween.  They are slightly reminiscent of Pacman but will more than suffice for Halloween.  They've been road tested by my two sweet lovers and they survived, or rather didn't as they didn't last long!  I'll be making some more when the trick or treaters come knocking!What you need:Large white marshmallowsLollipop sticksIcing sugar and waterScissorsCocktail stick...more

My Struggle With Endometriosis

I remember it all so vividly, almost as if it happened yesterday. The year was 2002. I was twenty-two-years-old, and a recent Southern California transplant. I had been experiencing a persistent pain in my pelvic region. It radiated down my leg with each step I took. The pain was all too familiar. It began when I was nineteen. It was recurring, annoying and accompanied by long menstrual cycles. However, on this particular day the pain was so intense that it crippled me. I crawled on the floor with tears flowing down my cheek because the pain was unbearable....more

Baloney Macaroni! Don’t take no for an answer

That’s what I say, every time someone suggests something can’t be done. It happens a lot when you have a child with special needs. Our daughter is 31, and I was sick of hearing the word “can’t” by the time she was a kindergartener.At first I tried to be nice. I listened politely, for example, to our parish priest explain to me why Noni could not go to an hour of weekly public school religion class:...more


I honestly didn't even know how I would begin to write this. If you read my post awhile ago, R3 has been receiving services from Infants and Toddlers for a while.  Recently, we heard a new word...a scary one....more

The First Day of School Without a First Day Photo

Sometimes it was a stately tree, sometimes an overgrown bush. It really depended on the house. For the first few years, kindergarten until 5th grade, I hauled out the camera, (the one with the interchangeable lenses and complicated settings), set the mode to default (who has time to read a 35-page manual? In Japanese, no less!) and shepherded the kids to THE SPOT. “Go, go,” I’d say hurriedly. “The bus is almost here. Quick now, stand together. Jimbo, put your arm around Mabel. No, not like that. Seriously, guys. Please. Just one picture on the first day of school....more

Taking it for Granted

I cannot be the only one...who has come to realize that I take the easy, smooth, and uneventful days of family life for granted. I don't take the time to appreciate the flow of good moods and our ability to laugh out loud regularly...I don't see how lucky we are until I am staring down the barrel of a full fledged hurricane of an ultra bad day....more

My "Baby" Starts Kindergarten Tomorrow - Now What?

My youngest starts Kindergarten tomorrow. I should be doing an Ellen dance (ok fine, more like an Elaine-dance for me) and popping open the bubbly.  To my preschool parent compadres, let me be clear that by “bubbly” I mean champagne; there will be no more bottles of bubbles opened and spewed and spilled in this house ever again, so help me God....more