books · Writing

Eeeek! A book.

I just ordered my very first paperback proof of one of my books!

It’s a little scary….

This is the book, The Leech in the Laundry Room. It’s a monster story for children age 6-8. Normally, I don’t print books. But, when you’re six, I figured you want a real book.

And it’s on its way! You better believe I will post again when it arrives! Until then, my good old e-book version is raring to go. Wooooooo!

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diabetes · Parenting

Signs of Type 1 Diabetes

Pediatrics for Parents is an informative magazine that answers those nagging questions you have about your child’s health, and I’m proud to say I’m in the latest edition! You can read my article here

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Read Peds for Parents!

(spoiler alert, it’s about Type 1 Diabetes.)

If you are currently raising children or thinking of doing so in the future, I would highly recommend taking a closer look through the site because you don’t need any medical training to bring a child into your home.

Food · satire

When You Just Want to Eat

It’s been a rough week. It seems like the poo keeps hitting the fan, and there’s no time to recover before more poo comes flying.

Normally, I would sneak over to the grocery store and get a slice of tuxedo mousse cake. I might even eat it in the car with my fingers. But yesterday, in the midst of all of the scars rising to the surface of our collective consciousness, and the fears that our whole way of living was about to be broken, I wanted to eat something good.

Yes, it had to be delicious, and silky. It had to have heft. I wanted something warm and filling; something with flavor.

In a more innocent time, I was at a family camping park in the Netherlands. I was with my husband, my small children, and my mother. We went to the snack bar. As I looked over the menu, I saw there was nothing vegetarian. It had been a long day – twenty-some hours of travel, jet lag, sodas without ice – the works!!! So, I asked if there was anything “vegetarishce.”

“We’ll prepare something,” the server told me.

(Sigh.) I prepared myself for a cheese sandwich.

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“I like chicken backs.”

But, when my meal came, it was far better than I expected. In fact, after a grueling day, the plate they whipped up in the kitchen in the casual family place at the camping park might have been the best meal I’ve ever had in a restaurant.

It was a red pepper ragout over polenta with a mixed green salad. So good, I could have cried. (I think I did, maybe.)

Yesterday, I was thinking about that meal. I even went online to the camping park restaurant, but they didn’t have a menu posted, so between allrecipies.com and YouTube, I tried to piece it together the best I could. (Knowing the Netherlands, it may have even been some frozen dish from Albert Heijn, the grocery store with vegan schnitzel. Yes, slap-your-pappy delicious vegan schnitzel!)

I couldn’t find it, but I did find this video of Alex X French Guy making something very similar – Ratatouille, or as he pronounced it, “Rat. Tat. Wheeeeee!”

Ah…doh…rabble!

Thanks to my jardin, I happened to have sun-ripened tomatoes and bell peppers. I had an eggplant. And every home in September has zucchini. It just shows up. So, I used that.blog veg

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gratuitous close-up

I chopped and cooked along with the 3-minute video, and about an hour later, I had the perfect rat-tat-wheeee and a French ~accent~. I made the Americanized version of polenta from the back of the cornmeal box, un-romantically named “corn mush” and we sat down to a healing dinner. Oh yeah, my kids kind of ate it!blog fini

It was whole, nurturing, satisfying, and much less fussy than that Disney movie makes it seem. And I didn’t have to wear a rodent in my hair while I made it! But I did anyway, just for authenticity.

So, here are my pictures. I hope you try it out. Scoop up your broken heart and take a hint from the French (who, by the way, claim to have the world’s most romantic city, and then they go and do something like this. ) Just don’t read the link while you’re eating, but do fix yourself some ratatouille or whatever nourishes your body and soul.

Salut!

Crafts · Parenting · satire

Help From My Friend

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Friend and foes.

I have been under a rock. A good friend sent me this Holderness Family video about slime, which is already so last year (or more). It’s spot on, but I didn’t get to see it when it was released because I was BUSY trying to remove glue/shaving cream compounds from my counters.
I quarantined slime production to the kids’ bathroom. They carry it all over the house, and I have scrubbed it out of the carpet, picked it off the cat’s fur, and recycled three generations of plastic food containers that absorbed the soaps and scents.
My bane was the bathroom counter. Not only is it the slime-making epicenter, it’s also where my kids brush their teeth. So, the toothpaste spit gets in the act. Yuck.
I did what any adult woman would do; went crying to my mommy. Oh, I can only imagine what would have happened to me if I spilled purple glitter slime on the living room rug. She would have scalped me. And sent me to school with a slime toupee. But, I digress.
My mom thought it was totally cool that my kids, especially my daughter, had a slime habit. “Creative!” she said, “Sensory! Genius!” Yeah, yeah, but what about my counters?!?
“Have you tried Barkeeper’s Friend?”
“Which one? Rum or video poker? Neither seem to work.”
Of course, she was talking about the abrasive cleanser she used for years to make us clean the ring around the bathtub.
I ran out and bought some. Now’s the time I mention this is a free WordPress site and I don’t make a dime from Barkeeper’s Friend. (But, just in case you purveyors of fine household cleaning agents are reading, I’d be happy to talk!)
You can see by these professional, high-def pictures that I have a kind of camo-Formica thing going on. Perfect for a kids’ bathroom because it hides dirt, right? But it doesn’t hide texture! There’s dried glue all over the damn thing, and at first, I was using hot water, swearing, and elbow grease to wear down the topography. (No soap required!) But, I found that if I ran a wet cloth over the counter,

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Not boogers, but an incredible simulation!

let it soften the glue,

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Sparkling clean!

and then shook the magical angel sand over the whole area,

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Oh yeah.

everything sloughed right off like a sunburn.

That’s a keeper.

It hasn’t completely healed my relationship with slime, but it reduces my cleaning and weeping time by a lot. Removing the dried-on slime might almost give me the same satisfaction that making the slime gives my kids. Hmmm, I think I will share that with them. Something tells me it might put a damper on their process.

diabetes · education · Parenting · satire

Sugar Time!

I used to work as a secretary in a large office, and part of my job – since everyone in the office had a candy bowl – was to go to Costco and get hard candy in bulk. It was an assortment of anonymous, generic candy: peppermints, butterscotch, those disappointing gel-filled strawberries whose wrappers were actually the best part of the experience (they say you eat with your eyes first, anyway.)Blog sugartime

I think the actual bag weighed twenty pounds. It was the size of a bag of dog food. I used to heft it up into the cart. The brand on the bag was “Sugar Time,” which I thought was the perfect name.

If anyone had ever accosted me in the parking lot, I would’ve said, “It’s Sugar Time,” swung that bag at them, and knocked them out cold. Naturally, they’d be wearing a striped shirt and a mask…

Anyway, I think about that big bag of candy every year about this time, because on top of the normal school supplies, the clothes, and other stuff I buy my kids for school, I also have to buy:

10 icing tubes (if my son can’t swallow, the sugar still gets in his bloodstream through the gums)

3 bags of Starbursts (for plain old low blood sugar)

2 boxes of Chewy Granola Bars (in case it’s a long way till the next meal)

2 packs of juice boxes (yuck).

10 pocket folders of the same color, labeled

Snack-sized zip lock bags

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What my kitchen looks like before school starts.

and then I have to go to the T1D Mod Squad site and print out almost all of these things for my student who has Type 1 Diabetes. (T1D Mod Squad has all kinds of resources including this very user-friendly breakdown of ADA regulations, 504 info, travel/TSA links – anything you can imagine.)

Then I put all of that stuff together in 10 packages and distribute them to all of my son’s teachers, the library, and school secretary. (This is not all we do to prepare for the year, there’s a bunch of other forms, medications, diabetes-specific supplies, etc.)

We’re lucky most of the staff remembers the drill from year to year. They’re great with my son, as they are with the many other students who have health issues. (Thanks, school! XO)

Still, I dread sugar time. It’s a reminder that my kid can’t just go out for recess and run around without someone looking out for him. It means his teachers won’t immediately know if he’s just being a goofball (he’s my son, after all) or if his blood sugar is low – or high – diabetes is weird like that.

I know I need to let go, relax, and hope for the best. It gets easier when you know what to expect. Every year, my son gives a short presentation to his class. He’s good at explaining Type 1 and patient with answering questions. I am actually relieved and proud that he’s bright and kindhearted enough to handle most of the diabetes-related social issues that come his way.

But, make no mistake: if anyone decides they’re going to cross my kid this year – It’s Sugar Time!

Psst! – If you want to support a great cause, T1D Mod Squad is a 501(c)3 non-profit that helps families living with T1D and advocates for health care and other important issues.

Food · Small Businesses

Totes Comfs!

It’s the hotness of summertime. I’m not complaining! I love thunderstorms, fireflies, and basking. I love it all! (Except you, mosquitoes. You can eff off.)
I love not cooking, and eating more fruit and salad. Just today, I was thinking of a place I used to eat decades ago, famous for their Chinese chicken salad – Comforts Café in San Anselmo, CA.
Now, I went to Comforts maybe ten times in the years we lived in Corte Madera. It was close to my office, and impossible to get seated, but they had takeout. Beautiful bakery, fancy imported bottled drinks, and adorable white cardboard boxes of Chinese chicken salad! However, I never had the famed chicken salad because all of my adult life, I’ve been vegetarian. (Womp, womp!)
I did, however, have a mighty hankering for their Chinese TOFU salad. I went to the mystical internet and found the chicken salad on Epicurious. I skipped the entire part about the chicken, made the dressing, pressed some tofu until it was dry and spongy, marinated the tofu in the dressing for an hour, and tossed it with the other ingredients.

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Happy Salad!

Voila! Pretty damn close. (I also didn’t have any of those rice noodles that you have to fry, and wasn’t in the mood to fry anything, so I used chow mein noodles. Hey, this was a serious jones. I needed that salad, man!
It’s no surprise Comforts Café is still in business and has been for nearly thirty years. Someday, I’ll be back. Save me some salad!

Pets · satire

Help! My Cat Is a 60-Year Old Man!

We didn’t adopt our current cat as a kitten. A funny thing happens at our local humane society: kittens are $149 to adopt, but once they hit 1 year, they’re “Name Your Fee.” Yep – that says it all. People will pay a premium for an unpredictable fuzz-ball that will cause them a bunch of trouble to start with, but they won’t take a basically free cat.

Now, we’re kind of cheap, but more than that, I am a softie for an old cat! Old cats are the BEST cats! They are like slow, sleepy dumplings who just want a comfy home for their final days. I could go on and on about how awful it must be for senior citizen cats to find themselves in a homeless shelter wondering where their humans went while all the mewling little scrunch-faced kittens get the love, attention, and eventually families. It breaks my heart!

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Kittens are a lot of work.

 

 

 

And when it was time to adopt this cat (our 20-year old cat had passed), I was completely ready to get an obese 14-year old with half an ear, but my husband talked me into a much younger model. We chose one that was one year and ten months. He was kitten enough for me.

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Wrap him up, we’ll take him!

 

 

Our previous cat had spent 23.75 hours a day in the same spot on the sofa. This one taught us our house had infinite places for a cat to climb, hide, and ignore you when you called. He climbed the Christmas tree! I know that shouldn’t come as a surprise, but our former cat didn’t even know we celebrated!

Worst of all, we brought him home while our children were in school, and we had to convince them we had adopted a cat because he was hiding in the basement ceiling. They thought we were playing a mean trick on them. (I don’t know where they would get such an idea…)

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So crunchy! And the chips aren’t bad, either…

 

 

El Gato has been a kitten for the past 2.5 years, doing all the kitten things, and then yesterday – Freaky Friday style – he swapped bodies with an old guy. Early in the morning, he jumped up on our bed (not unusual), and instead of carefully tiptoeing up to find an unoccupied place, he marched up to my pillow, pitched his rump against the back of my head and started licking (his rump, thankfully – not my head).

I couldn’t get him to stop, only to move away a little bit so I could wrap my ears in the pillow and go back to sleep. When I woke up again, I was scrunched all the way down on the bed, and he was asleep in the middle of my pillow. He had man-spread! Even when I picked him up and tried to dump him off, he just looked at me. “Young lady, you are clearly mistaken. But, as long as you’re up, my bowl is empty.”

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6-pack
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As I write this, he is considering whether he wants to play mousies with my son or finish reading the paper. (We had to get a subscription because of his sudden interest in the obits and the cost of crude oil.)

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$%@# kids  – get off my lawn!

 

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Old cats are the best cats, and I love him. I’m taking him shopping later for a windbreaker, and then maybe if he’s in a good mood, I can get my pillow back.

If you’re in the market for a pet, please consider a rescue first! Yes, they can be curmudgeons, but they have a lot of love to give. ❤