don’t fear the change, hope is unveiling

It’s been a while.

Life had been business as usual. And honestly sometimes it’s hard to find compelling or entertaining story-type things to write about when life is happening at a regular, ordinary, wonderful pace. But with everything that has been happening for the last month I felt a pull tonight to come here. For none of us has business been usual.

For a little bit there I found myself on the internet a lot, reading more than I should have been. But my daily and unwelcomed 3:30am wake ups to a racing mind plus an iPhone telling me that my screen time was up 70% from the week before were enough to get me to shut it all off and just live. Sure, I research and I try to watch the governor’s daily speeches that tell a truth in order to stay on top of the state of the state and the country, but it’s limited. Yet lately I’ve felt myself bubbling up with tears.

But none of those tears have been caused by fear or sadness or panic.

I’ve been noticing things lately. New things happening around me.

I notice families taking walks together.

I notice kids playing basketball with their siblings in their driveways.

I’ve noticed signs made by employees of a local restaurant full of hope and thanks for the community who is keeping them afloat and giving them a purpose.

I’ve watched videos of communities gathering in parking lots of hospitals, singing and flashing their lights for the workers inside who respond with flashing lights back.

I’ve watched videos of local police car and firetruck parades for little ones with birthdays who don’t get to have their parties.

I cried big tears today when Summer’s teacher sent this link to the students, because they truly love our kids and they miss them and are doing everything they can to let them know they are still here for them. God her school is amazing and we love every single one of these people…

I’ve seen people slow down.

I’ve met neighbors that I’ve never met before.

I’ve seen my sister and nephew’s faces on FaceTime more in the last week than I had in the last 6 months.


I’ve reached out to friends to make sure they’re ok, and I’ve had friends do the same for me.

I was invited to a Facebook page that encourages people to put up hearts on their houses for others to find, and that inspired us.


I’ve taken Summer to a neighborhood no-touch scavenger hunt set up by 4 blocks of neighbors who organized it. It got us, along with hundreds of others in the community, out of the house to have some fun and feel a little normalcy again.

I’ve realized how lucky I am to have a boss who checks in daily to make sure I’m ok while I’m busy making sure everyone in my company is ok.

I’ve saved money by staying home and enjoying the things I already have.


I’ve read posts on Facebook of people living in fear looking for happy endings, posts that resulted in hundreds of people posting about how their brother, or mother-in-law or spouse was sick for a bit, recovered and is back in business.

And I know that’s not the case for everyone. But it was the case for them which doesn’t make it any less important.

I’ve had 295 FaceTime calls with this amazing person who may be going crazy at the same rate I am and I feel like if anything, the distance has made us closer.


I figured out how and finally painted my 2 story stairwell, just me, an 8-year-old and an extension pole, I finally hung a new chandelier, cleaned my basement, and rearranged my little one’s bedroom – all things I’d been wanting to do and I was finally granted the time to do it.

We snail-mailed a drawing to brighten someone’s day, we had a social distanced birthday party in the courtyard, we’ve ridden bikes on cold days and have officially seen how fast our little Murphy can sprint (he’s fast!) on walks that Summer would have otherwise passed on.

I’ve always searched for the good in situations, but with this I haven’t had to look far because it’s all right there. The world has been coming together and it is beautiful to watch it happen.

Our normal may never be the same that it once was but that may not be a bad thing, the new normal I’ve been watching unfold has been incredible.

It may take a month, or two, or twelve, but I promise this… it’s going to be ok.


Filed under Uncategorized

i’m not old, you’re old

About a month ago I was at my parents’ house and my mom had an insane zooming magnifying mirror sitting on the end table. So I picked it up and started looking at my face in it. And holy hell, do not ever, never, never ever do that, the skin under my eyes looked like elephant skin. So I did what any other sane person would have done, I threw the mirror clear across the room, reminded myself that I’m an 18 year old trapped in a 21 year old’s body and walked away. Some days I look at Summer’s skin and I just want to pet her, I’m pretty sure her skin is made of velvet. Mine, alas, is… no longer.

Mothers Day was fun this year – I got to sleep in a little, treated myself to some Dunkin’ drive thru coffee that someone else for once brewed, poured, stirred and served to me, and then I got the biggest bestest surprise of my life… omg… wait for it….


I MADE IT ON THE COVER OF PEOPLE MAGAZINE. No Photoshop, no photo filters, that is me au naturale. If you were to open this edition of People, you’d read on to learn that I was picked for this amazing tribute because I buy Summer all the things, dresses in particular, and a blue one (that ironically I picked up for $1 at a thrift store in Michigan) is her favorite. I am happy to know that her impulse shopping and my inability to say no to her sad velvety smooth little puppy dog eyes earned me such a high recognition. And also, I’d like to thank Revlon You’re-Old-And-Need-Age-Defying Foundation, for my cover photo would not have looked so good without you.

Summer and I met my sister and her fam at my parents’ last night to celebrate all things mom, and we had some fun with some new snapchat filters. I discovered that if I was a man, I’d look like my Uncle Robbie (ahem, I’m on the left in case you weren’t sure).

me n uncle rob

And if my sister was a man, she’d look like Josh Altman from Million Dollar Listing. She’s on the right.


We had ice cream cake and lots of laughs and I still can’t believe that 9 people exist in this world because my mother’s uterus grew 4 of us and we went on to make 5 more. And we all get our natural good looks from her, 5 o’clock shadow included. Thanks, man.

mom as a man

I mean, thanks mom.


Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized


Once upon a time, there was a stud muffin named Ralph Macchio. I mean Rick. Meet Rick…


Rick was a handsome fellow. He was also very talented. One time, Rick was in a band where he sang and played instruments and did music things and stuff. 


Rick sang and played…


…and played and sang…


In fact, he sang so much that eventually he couldn’t stop singing…


Everywhere he went….

image014 1

…his mouth…

image007 1


image009 1


image013 1


image015 1

One day, he met a girl. This girl…

image012 1

And he sang to her…

image001 1

So they got tickets to the gun show…


And they went to beer fests…


And really hot concerts…


They scared little doggies together…


And stared at the wrong end of iPhones together…

image014 1

They were fancy together…


And nerdy together…


They celebrated holidays together…


And stuff…


And you know what happened?

elton john

She realized that because of him…


Her heart was so full…

image015 1

That she couldn’t stop singing…

image013 1

Happy birthday my sweet.


Filed under Uncategorized

the vortex is strong

We are on day 2 of cold weather.

No, no. That’s wrong. Cold would be pleasant.

Outside the walls of my house lives a life-threatening, melt-your-face-off arctic tundra only seen in movies about plane crashes with one lowly survivor who has to trek thousands of miles across ice-capped mountains while her nose turns black from frostbite and the wind burns her eyes off. And then she falls into frigid water through a crack in the ice. And then she dies.

Yesterday morning, I put Hazel in jail with puppy pads in the hopes of not having to expose her whopping 9lbs to a cold she’s never felt before.


And yesterday morning I learned that my stubborn dog is too well potty trained to pee in the house. Once upon a time, a dog named Hazel and a big brown bear met in the arctic and took a little stroll…


Murphy is totally laughing at her. Or me. I can’t tell.

Tuesday night I got the call that school was canceled until Friday (thank jebus because the thought of the bus stop was terror-inducing) and all midwest offices in my company have been closed. Though when you work remotely there’s no such thing as a “closed due to weather” day so I’ve been chugging along in my 14 layers of clothing, piling doggies on top of me like electric blankets.

I made the mistake over a week ago of going to the grocery store at 3pm on a Friday when we were expected to get a foot of snow overnight. Everyone else had the same idea except the store managers who only had 3 registers open for the entire town.


So this time around I decided it best to live off of rations that have been hiding in my freezer and cabinets for some time now. You know the stuff… cup-o-noodles, packets of powdered mashed potatoes, bacon bits… 2 days of freezer-burned chicken patties dipped in soy sauce has been better than the 1 hour I waited in line with a 7 year old eating cheez-its straight from an unpaid box in the picture above.

Yesterday, my west coast work peeps told me I should throw boiling water. I wasn’t sure why I’d want to do that considering I actively try not to fling burning stuff anywhere. And then I realized they meant throw it into the polar vortex…TO TRY TO KILL IT. So I did. I tried to kill it. And instead I made snow. As you can see, we didn’t need more snow (but it was still cool).

I shared that with my work peeps in Ft. Lauderdale and according to one, the whole office said “OH MY GOD” as they sat in their “chilly” “60 degree” “winter”. Picture those quotation marks there as very dramatic air quotes coming from my very dramatic bendy fingers. Summer and I were going to try the “blow bubbles and watch them freeze in the air” trick, but…


…the vortex had already snuck into my garage and got to them first. Frozen solid. They say this death-weather-fuckery is supposed to break soon, more snow is coming because… well, why the hell not? And by Monday it’ll be a ridiculously glorious 50 degrees, the snow will melt and the flooding will begin.

I’m not leaving my house until May.

Everyone is welcome.

Bring wine.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

one and done

I used to want an entire clan of kids. I always pictured a house full of rambunctious little ones who would play together and fight like cats and dogs and bike ride around the neighborhood and hit each other with their cabbage patch kids. You know, much like my childhood.

Us then circa 1985:


Us now:

sisters now

And by my mid 30’s I knew that was never going to be my reality given the fact that:

  1. I didn’t have my first kid until 33
  2. I was married to a man older than I who said he wouldn’t have kids past 40*
  3. I was divorced at 36

And a few years ago that reality completely crushed me. With Summer, I absolutely loved being pregnant and I wanted to grow me some babies at least a few more times. When she was a baby, I sucked the life out of every minute of the day with her. Man those squishy thighs…


May 2012

Her thighs, not mine.

And don’t even get me started on the toddler phase when they fall while standing still, walk like Frankenstein and give you vice-gripped neck hugs that make you worry your eyes will pop out of your face.


October 2012


April 2013


February 2014, just 3 months after moving into our apartment

Then came preschool and kindergarten, and my little baby started getting longer and leaner and turning into a legit little human noodle.


October 2015

And now standing tall at 4′ and able to touch my forehead while standing on her tippy toes (psht, I never claimed to be tall) I look at her face and can picture exactly what my one and only baby will look like as a teenager. And it’s terrifyingly beautiful. 

Summer 2nd Grade

 September 2018, 2nd grade

From sad-at-what-could-have-been 36 year old me to happy-courageous-strong 41 year old me, something in me has changed. I can’t pinpoint a specific moment but rather I think it was a slow ascending climb into acceptance that Summer will forever be my one and only. I have lots of moments these days that make me happy for the little one that she is but excited for what’s to come. When she’s reading a Gerald and Piggy book in her high-pitched Piggy voice I wish for her to love Gerald and Piggy books forever and to read them to me when I’m 95 and don’t get out much anymore. It’s the moments I look at her toothless grin and think, “once her adult teeth come in her face is going to look so different from how I’ve always known it.” And also, you’re welcome tooth fairy, you can now put all of your fucking kids through college.


The moments when I’m around her dad and his 2 month old son* I realize that wow, I would not want to be taking care of a baby full time right now. And even though I end up one step closer to knee replacement every time Summer falls asleep in the car and I have to piggy back her lifeless sack of potatoes body up 3 flights of stairs, I know someday I’ll look back at that second grade picture above and think, “man, she was soooooo little.” So yeah, enjoying us as a duo I’m very content with her being my one and only… enough to permanently declare it to the world.


Me and my baby. I wouldn’t want it any other way.


Filed under Uncategorized

why did the turtle cross the road?

This one is for my friend, Michele.

The other day I went to bed angry. I woke up still angry the next day.


All morning I was fuming about the fact that the night before, I was text-shamed and sworn at for being incompetent because of a minor scheduling oversight on my part. I was also told what was expected of me moving forward. And as I read it my eyes rolled back so hard, I was looking at my brain.

Top 3 reasons this pissed me off so bad:

  1. Nobody has the right to talk to me (or anyone) like that.
  2. I don’t like this person.
  3. It is no secret that I am Wonder Woman and quite competent thankyouverymuch.

Disclaimer: this did not happen at work. My work peeps are amazing.

Also disclaimer: if I’m only as good to you as I am perfect, then I am of no use to you at all. Good day.


That morning, I shook my head in annoyance. I guffawed at the sheer ridiculousness of how some people choose to swear at others and expect a good outcome. Yeah, I said guffawed. I smirked at the thought that one innocent oversight amongst years of greatness at this one task was berated and bullied rather than accepted and forgiven. Life doesn’t flow well when people act that way, and when they do they should expect nothing less than dismissal from me. I fumed. I balked. I was annoyed.

Around noon, I ran to the store to get a few necessities, and on my way back about a block from home, I saw something in the road. I pulled up to it. And suddenly my eyes popped out of my head, I grabbed my phone, opened my window and said softly, “hey buddy,” and then I snapped a pic of the cutest freaking turtle that has ever crossed a street. I could never again say that I have never seen a turtle cross the road. That stinkin’ little turtle made my day.

I’m fully convinced that he was a sign from heaven to let my anger go. After that moment, no one could ruin my day anymore BECAUSE I SAW A FUCKING TURTLE AND IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. I felt like Randy with the coyo-tay in the Netflix show, Love.

Anywho, thanks little buddy. I hope you got to the other side.



Filed under Uncategorized


I had mentioned that we had to say goodbye to my sweet Princess in March and early on, people asked if I was going to get another doggy. Early on, I said no.

Oh silly me. Say hello to Murphy…


About a month ago I went on and set up an email alert with vague criteria – young, adult, or senior, within so many miles, a handful of specific breeds. And I started getting daily emails. I looked at every single one of them, read every single story and those stories convinced me that a rescue was my route to take because holy hell some of the lives these little pups have lived. THEY NEEDED ME. And 12 days ago I got this email…



I checked out little Murphy’s profile.

Meet Murphy

This little boy owns our entire heart. He’s the most gentle, loving, tender pup who came from a horrific situation where he was treated terribly. He is unbelievably  loving, gentle, and grateful to be loved on and treated kindly. Murphy is great with children and other animals, crate trained, walks nicely on leash, quiet, loves to be held, and is pure perfection. He seems most comfortable with women, but we believe he could build his confidence around men with a person who was exceptionally gentle and reassuring. Murphy is around 2-3 years old, 10lbs, and looks like a long-legged shih tzu mix.

Yeah, 2 days later:

This poor little guy had experienced so much shit at the hands of a terrible person for his 2 – 3 years of life, and it was time to change that. This was how they found him, he was in Alabama:


Burned, matted, abused and starving.

Getting to know him over the last week and a half, I can tell you that all this little sugar pie wants is love and food, two of the most basic rights no doggy should ever be denied. He is a handsome, smart little man who wants to only do right by us, already learning to sit, be quiet, and not jump up like a crazy man each time he realizes “WAIT I’M GETTING ANOTHER MEAL? THERE’S FOOD AND THEN MORE FOOD AND SHE JUST KEEPS GIVING ME MORE FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD I DON’T HAVE TO STARVE!?!” He was a blank slate having never been taught how to be a dog – the first 2 days we’d be strolling along and he’d just poop on the sidewalk and keep walking like it was nothing while I picked it up and looked over my shoulder hoping no one saw. He barked at the strange people in the rectangular box hanging on the wall in the living room. He had no idea what a toy was. And today, there is already so much more light and life in his eyes than when we first met.

He has a warm, goofy little face with an under bite and eyes that look in 2 different directions:


We’re not sure what mix Murphy is, there’s definite shih tzu in him, but he has really long legs so I believe he is part giraffe.


He’s already gained a few pounds in less than two weeks, well on his way to pampered chubby puppy. His burns are healing beautifully. And his stinky dog smell has vanished with a whole lotta doggy shampoo and a homemade haircut that was done in small sections each day as he learned to trust me more and more (though a professional cut is definitely in order because DOG GROOMER I AM NOT). This was his pre-mama shag:

at the shelter

Only his top half was that long though, the shelter had shaved from his shoulder blades down to treat his burns so he had a nakey back, legs and butt. He looked a little scrappy before I got me mitts on him.

Hazel has warmed up to him slowly, aka she’s pretending he’s not here, although a few times now she’s egged him on to play with her. And Summer loves him except for the few times she has startled him by quietly coming around the corner which makes him bark for a second which makes her scream and jump on furniture which makes him run in circles thinking she wants to play which makes her scream more which makes me a little…




I’m excited to see what he looks like at a normal weight, and to see his reaction to snow for the first time this winter. But what I’m looking forward to the most is a few months from now when we’re all settled in and life feels normal and predictable for all of us again 🙂


Welcome to the family and your happily ever after, Murphy ❤


Filed under Uncategorized

how I gave my dog a black eye and then her butt exploded

One night a few weeks ago around 8:30pm, I was getting Summer ready for bed when Hazel, wanting to play, brought me a tennis ball.

So I grabbed it.

I threw it.

She got it.

She brought it back.

I grabbed it.

I threw it.

And she got it.


I had beaned her directly in the eye with her most favoritest non-human thing in the history of life, basically the equivalent of someone punching me in the neck with a pound of bacon. My poor doggy immediately started crying in pain and rubbing her eye on the carpet; meanwhile, me…

Im sorry

I found the number for the 24-hour emergency vet and they told us to come in. When I got off the phone, my sweet little Hazel <who couldn’t open her eye at this point> brought me back the ball to throw again and so I did what any normal person would do in that situation – I ripped that stupid yellow furry squeaky tennis ball to shreds with my bare hands, gathered the remains and lit them on fire, threw them out the window and ran over them with my car.



I called Scott and luckily he was able to pick up Summer, so I scooped up my little Hazy and got ready to go. While carrying her, I discovered a little bump by her butt that I hadn’t noticed before and figured I’d have the ER vet take a look at that, too while we’re there. HER EYE WAS THE CONCERN HERE PEOPLE, not a little butt pimple. Remember that.

We arrived at the vet around 9:30 pm and were told that it would be a while before we could be seen because a bunch of critical patients had arrived before us. Totally fine, the future of my dog’s eye was in jeopardy, I would wait as long as necessary. As I found a seat, I looked around the waiting room and there were a half dozen people with sullen looks on their faces. There was a man-boy holding a puppy with what he thought was a broken leg. I noticed a candle on the front desk with a note that said, “if this candle is lit, someone is saying goodbye to their loved one.” Heart. Strings. Tugged. The candle was lit, and a moment later a woman came out of a room sobbing. PSA – if you ever have to go to an emergency after-hours vet, it may possibly be one of the most depressing places you’ll visit.

I held onto my Hazel and checked her eye periodically. It seemed to maybe possibly be getting a little better, it wasn’t fully closed anymore but she was squinting and blinking it pretty rapidly, the white of her eye was bloodshot. So I held her. And we waited. And for an hour my guilt-ridden apologies dripped all over her head as I whispered I’m so sorry over and over. But then, suddenly the quiet sobs in the waiting room were overrun by the sound of a car screeching to a halt at the curb and a woman running into the building…


The receptionist sprung into motion.

“Do you need help? How much does he weigh?” she asked.

“Yes, yes I need help! He’s about 80 pounds! He’s in the backseat! I’ve been holding something on him but it won’t stop!”

“Get a gurney!” the receptionist yelled. Another woman in scrubs ran out of the back with a doggy stretcher, opened the front door and suddenly multiple voices were screaming, “GEORGE!”

I was sitting in a chair facing the window and I watched it all happen in slow motion. Someone had opened the car door to get to George. George jumped out of the car and clearly frantic, started running. INTO TRAFFIC. At the exact same time, a speeding car came flying by with no knowledge that George was about to run directly in their path and by the grace of God, the car missed him by an inch. The owner and tech managed to get George to run into the waiting room while blood poured from his neck; he had been in a dog fight and he ran frightened and hurt and panicked all around the waiting room. They got him on the scale while his blood sprayed all over the wall, and they then rushed him into a room in the back. Suddenly it was silent again.


Holy hell, the waiting room looked like a slaughterhouse. The receptionist asked George’s owner if she had been there before, the woman said unfortunately yes. Her account was pulled up, the receptionist took a step back and said to the woman, “I’m sorry, the doctors have put a flag on your account to refuse treatment due to multiple non-payments of previous services that were sent to collections.” Um, that’s not what you want to hear when your dog is bleeding out in their ER. Husband then comes in clearly in shock, wife fills husband in on the situation, husband tells wife they have cash, wife doesn’t know where, husband says in the dolls in the closet the cat sleeps in, wife says she has no idea what he’s talking about, husbands says he’ll go get it, wife says no she’ll go get it, husband says he wants to, Jaime is not buying their little show.

At that, I assessed my current situation: 10:30 pm – pets are being put down, critical patients are in the back, George! and me with my dog and a future black eye forever scarred by the murder scene on the floor… It was time to go.

We excused ourselves, got back in the car, and went home.

Our vet was able to get Hazy in 3 days later. Her eye was still squinty but had definitely improved a bit every day. Her butt on the other hand, that bump slowly swelled from a pimple to a grape. Google told me it was an impacted anal gland and that it should be checked soon because it could rupture. I read horror stories from people whose dogs that had happened to, some overnight while the dog was sleeping under the sheets with them.


I prayed morning and night that her butt wouldn’t explode and by Thursday’s appointment it hadn’t, hurrah! We made it to our regular vet, a tech walked in and asked to take a look. She was facing me so I couldn’t see what she saw but she definitely made a face.

“Um, this is going to have to be shaved and cleaned and she’ll need antibiotics, I have to take her in back right away!” And as she was walking out with Hazel under her arm, I noticed it. HER BUTT WAS BLEEDING. Her butt bump had literally exploded when the tech was looking at her and I guess if it was going to happen, I couldn’t have asked for a better time and place. 20 minutes later I got my doggy back with a shaved bum and relief on her cute little face.


We now have a standing appointment once a month to have her glands expressed so this doesn’t happen again. They told me it’s actually very common in little older dogs but so help me, this will not become “common” in my house.

The moral of the story is – if I hadn’t nailed Hazy in the eye with a tennis ball I may not have noticed the butt bump when I did. Had I not noticed the bump when I did, I may have noticed when it was too late. If I had noticed when it was too late, I would probably be buying a new bed which would be a pain because I just bought mine in March. Accidentally hit her in the eye = everything happens for a reason. The end.


Filed under Uncategorized