Christmas got put away today, all the boxes loaded up and back to their spot in the garage for another year. It's feeling fresh and clean in our space. The house is 99% uncpacked and is now home. The kids will be back to school and we'll be in our full swing regular routine again. … Continue reading New Year, New Me! (and all the other things we tell ourselves)
It has been nearly 2.5 years since I made the decision to no longer eat anything with a face. I'll gladly offer resources and information when requested, but am not out to convert others to become vegetarian or vegan. (I will never be accepted in the vegan camp becuase I still have a leather couch, … Continue reading My Job
My son was picked on by one kid last year. Repeatedly. It never got physical, but it was a daily torment. People with Aspergers or HFA can come across to us neurotypicals as abrasive, headstrong, disruptive, etc. That never excuses name calling, being picked on or having teachers turn a blind eye. My son was … Continue reading Learning vs Schooling
Today marks two years of not eating anything with a face. I discussed my reasons for moving toward a plant-based diet here, but two years in, a review of the process seems in order. There have been many failed recipes. Homemade bean burgers that fell apart before we even got them out of the oven, … Continue reading Plant Life
We have recently moved for the 9th time in about 12 years. It's been a chaotic few weeks with packing and unpacking, and then for good measure we threw in a dog CCL surgery! We are loving the new digs and the ocean of cardboard boxes is slowly diminishing. San Diego doesn't get winter weather, … Continue reading Changes
I love that song by Sia, "I'm Alive". I belt it out at the top of my lungs in the car. I used to belt it out during a killer spin class climb when it was on the set list. Powerful vocals plus adrenaline = euphoria on a whole other level. There are a few … Continue reading I’m Alive….
The first time I had a drink, I was 4 or maybe 5 years old. My older step-sisters, in high school at the time, were having a party. I don't remember much about that night, other than I felt amazing being with all those big people. I was making them laugh! They let me play … Continue reading The First Time