Moving Boxes

Why Moving With a Special Needs Child Was My Worst Parenting Experience

Moving sucks in the best of situations. When my husband landed a fantastic new opportunity in the fall of 2012, we had four small children and were living in a three square mile NJ town. We’d been in the house for 6 years. I didn’t have much time to think- our house was listed with an agent the same day my husband accepted the new Miami based position. It sold 3 weeks later in late October. In early November we flew down to FL in a panic, shopping for a house with all 4 kids in tow, and during winter break we were all moved in and my kids were swimming in our new pool. Continue reading

Pirate Husband

7 Lessons I Learned By Marrying A Pirate

In 2006, I went to an advanced screening of Pirates of the Caribbean 2, Dead Man’s Chest. I was quite taken with Captain Jack and his antics, even more so than in Pirates 1. While exiting the theater, I turned to my friend and said, “I am going to marry Captain Jack Sparrow.” Continue reading


How My Job As A Dog Walker Is Exactly Like Raising My Kids

Let’s talk about kids vs. dogs.

I am a private pet sitter/dog walker and a stay-at-home-mom.  I spend roughly 80% of each day with puppies and dogs and/or my three-year-old son. From experience I can tell you: they’re not much different. Continue reading

Soy Sauce 1

‘No Soy’ Soy Sauce — Uncanny #2

Thank you to everybody who read the first posting of my Beef Stroganoff! I read your comments and tips on Facebook and will definitely be applying them to future postings.

This is a little mini recipe because I am going to need it for the next meal I make for Uncanny. Continue reading

Beautiful Young Woman choosing between Fruits and Sweets

10 Lessons I Learned — The Hard Way — While Dealing With Gestational Diabetes

GDGD (God Damn Gestational Diabetes) and You.

You’re pregnant. Congratulations! Pregnant women everywhere are excited to be pregnant because that means that the diet you were currently torturing yourself with can now be thrown out the window and you can eat whatever the hell you want to. Cookies, cake, pickles… all three at the same time… whatever you want, it’s in your body. Provided you’re not throwing it up (although I have several friends who have perfected the boot & rally when it comes to pregnancy eating). Continue reading