Days of Guinea Pigs and Song

It’s the last day of summer freedom. Monday all four kids return to school and I return to the hell of arising at 5 am. We made the rounds of school orientations yesterday, this year with the added forms regarding epilepsy and medication. I once again wrote down the phone numbers of people who can…

The True Story of Greybark Muffin

My Uncle George was a confirmed old bachelor.  He was a lot of things, but professionally he was a stylist (née hairdresser). He commanded a pretty elite client list in the local scene of Indianapolis back in his day, and even counted a couple of stars on his client list. He had been a hair…

My Children Are Fearless

My Dad used to say that a lot, “My children are FEARLESS.” It wasn’t true though. He liked to say it because I went to Europe and boarded the bus to the airport and didn’t look back hesitantly or fearfully when I left. He liked to say it because my brother drives trains weighing over…

The One Where He’s Almost Grown

Family dynamics are a strange thing. There have been a lot of articles and stories written about the passing of “power” from one generation to the next. There are those moments when the elders are no longer in charge, but it’s their children who are now adults and care for things – those moments aren’t…

This Whole Menopause Thing

The problem with menopause is that the death of our youth. It’s legitimately your body saying “So anyway I’ve started self destruct sequence. There is no escape pod. Sorry.” It sucks. I’m bitter. My own mother didn’t have menopause. She had a full hysterectomy ovaries and all, wore an estrogen patch for years and years…

Renaissance Devil Goats

   We journeyed out to some semblance of Tudor England for a bit of ye old Renaissance fun, minus plague, of course. It’s always one of our favorite events anywhere we’ve lived and I have to say yesterday didn’t disappoint. We got there plenty early and were able to enjoy shows, shopping and some extremely…

The Hidden Factory of Pain

There’s a world that Special Needs parents live in that a manufacturing engineer would call a Hidden Factory. It’s a factory where work is done, in secret, so that other work can happen. No one accounts for it, it’s not on anyone’s job description nor in any P&L. We enter the Hidden Factory multiple times…

Shifting Tides

I was all geared up to do Mom stuff most of the first day of this three day weekend. I told the girl, we can play board games or do our nails or make crafts – let’s decide after breakfast. I had searched the internet, I had craft projects on the ready we could do…

In Which Our Heroine is Thwarted by the Universe

I take pen in hand to convey to you the events of this disastrous morning, gentle reader. Seriously, this morning can kiss my butt. My feet hit the floor with the thunderous enthusiasm of an internet meme about being a strong woman scaring Satan or something. It’s GAME OF THRONES morning, I recorded it last…

Rock and Menopause

I have thought for nearly a decade that I was heading to menopause. I had this sign, I had that sign. I also had the other thing. Everything was weird and different and despite all of my efforts it felt like I WAS AGING. My doctor annually checked my blood and said “nope.” When I…