The Windy City Momma Cooked & No One Died

I don’t cook. I am one of those moms who enters the kitchen intending to make a masterpiece and winding up with more of a mess.  Who knew that pizza dough, when tossed, does actually stick to the ceiling? Anyway, as a result of tasting some of my more interesting concoctions (pizza-a-la-ceiling anyone?), neither my [...]

An Unanticipated Forehead Hickey

An Unanticipated Forehead Hickey

My Dad's Gonna Kill Me!

 I never predicted that I would be using a title with the words “forehead” and “hickey” next to each other, but that’s pretty much the most accurate way to describe what happened to my daughter, K, when she discovered the “gag gift” my Mother-In-Law gave me last month: It’s a mini-plunger to be used to [...]

Aleph isn’t Tough; It’s Impossible

Alan Klien: I suck! They’re gonna take away my Yamulkha!  Rabbi Jacob “Jake” Schram: No you don’t. You don’t suck.  Alan Klien: I suck.  Rabbi Jacob “Jake” Schram: Yes, all right, you do. You suck. But that’s ok, you’re supposed to suck. This isn’t a talent contest, it’s a rite of passage Keeping the Faith, [...]

Thirty Blog Posts in 30 Days: Day 1

Thirty Blog Posts in 30 Days: Day 1

My bags are packed and I am ready to go!

Looking forward as I start the challenge of writing 30 blog posts in 30 days. K leaves for camp and I am starting to write.

A Windy City Momma Finds A New Toy Store

Whenever I visit and spend money in a store, I ask myself two key questions: Is the store worthy of my coming back and would I have trouble getting my child out of the store. In both cases, I would say a very definite “YES!” Beat Street is a great store to pick up birthday, Christmas, Hanukkah, Easter etc. etc. gifts. Not only will I be back, but I will also recommend to my pals that they check out this store for themselves!

Care for the Older Autistic Child

Thirty-nine percent of adults with autism between the ages of 19 and 20 receive no services according to the study.

I said that I would never get a dog!

Will she be able to overcome her hatred for other members of the canine community or will we be doomed to walk this dog at odd hours of the day and night? Is this simply a lack of self esteem? Or was Maya attacked by a gang of Pugs in her past and continues to hold a grudge?