Super 8

Eight is great. Babies are overwhelming and constantly attached to you like cute little leaches. Parents quickly learn that it’s not actually the “terrible twos” but the horrific, ghastly, intimidating and ugly three’s that you should be worried about.  At least at five and six you can get a little break because people are willing to try and start educating the little buggers. But eight is great.

When I see shows like Honey Boo-Boo or just watch parents with their kids. I can see why some people don’t want to have them. I can see why men run away from the dreaded ‘single mother’. Not many people in the world think like my tenant and feel that single mother’s are bitchin’, kick-ass women who should be wearing super-hero costumes and have monuments created in their honor. Really, single parenthood should be a requirement for congressional appointments, because, at least then, shit would get done.

I’m going to be honest with you and tell you the truth. It sucks. It’s the most tiring, challenging, degrading, terrifying guilt-trip there is. Our culture hates single mothers. With a passion. Most cultures do. Say the words and the question that will fall from most people’s lips are “what did you do wrong?”

Yes, men will run away from you, your friends will be flaky at best and ostracize you at worst, you will have to endure the disdaining looks of the “perfect” family, and people will continually fail to understand why you can’t be more spontaneous. It sucks.

I have to admit, the little munchkin has some valuable input these days. He can do a load of laundry, which is more than most men can handle. And he has good taste in super-hero movies. He even has a few house keeping tips: If you want to make your room smell good using ‘organic’ room fresheners, open a few packages of smarties and set them about. The place will smell yummy.


Last night was my son’s Christmas concert. It was both gratingly painful and extraordinary charming at the same time.  As we left the building he was showing me his best karate moves, making excellent laser gun sounds and practicing for his future career as a sounds effects guy for B movies.

“You know,” I said, when we got in the car, ” you were just at your Christmas concert singing all these songs about peace on earth and ‘let it begin with me’…and now you are hacking, killing, shooting and rendering unconscious all sorts of imaginary people. You do see the irony in that, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah.”


“But I didn’t pick the song, mom….”

Ok. So, it doesn’t always suck.


Spinach Pizza

Kai’s favorite dinner – this weekpizza-sausage-spinach_300

1 tsp. olive oil
2 cloves garlic
1 (10 oz.) pkg. frozen spinach
4 oz. feta cheese
1/3 c. bread crumbs
1 egg
1/4 tsp. pepper
1 pie crust
Saute garlic, oil and onion. Add spinach. Cook 5 minutes. Mix feta cheese, bread crumbs, eggs, and pepper. Mix spinach mixture with cheese mixture. Spread on crust for 10-12 inch pizza. Top with Mozzarella cheese. Bake 10-12 minutes at 450 degrees.


“Even as we enumerate their shortcomings, the rigor of raising children ourselves makes clear to us our mothers’ incredible strength. We fear both. If they are not strong, who will protect us? If they are not imperfect, how can we equal them?”  – Anna Quindlen

“I used to believe my father about everything but then I had children myself & now I see how much stuff you make up just to keep yourself from going crazy.” ― Brian Andreas

“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For thir souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.”― Kahlil Gibran

“If your kid needs a role model and you ain’t it, you’re both fucked.” ― George Carlin


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