Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

VOICES CARRY
April 13, 2015

Navigating the world when you can’t speak is tricky. In order to share your needs or to participate in conversations or activities you need to rely on others paying a modicum of attention to you, which is not under your control at all. I see the frustration and sadness in Cole sometimes when people, sadly, including myself, don’t notice he’s trying to express something or vying to be a part of a group conversation.

When he was small, it felt natural for one of us to sit near him so that we could facilitate his inclusion a bit. Most younger children have their parents close even when they’re socializing with other kids. Now that he’s a teen, and going to parties and outings where his friends are dropped off and on their own for the most part, it’s a different scenario.

He doesn’t want to be the only kid with a parent around, and if there is a parent around, he definitely doesn’t want them in the thick of things helping him be part of the group.

But he’s not able do this successfully on his own and friends can’t be held responsible to include him or to make sure he’s an active part of the festivities.

I’ve written about this before but I’m grappling with it because I see him left out of conversations more and more and I see the effect it has on him. And it’s not anyone’s fault. It’s sadly just a reality of his circumstances and I struggle with how to make it better for him.

I don’t have any great solutions and the tough love part of me feels like he needs to accept some of the responsibility in it. He has a communication device that he uses at school, but that he most often refuses to take with him anywhere during the weekends. I understand some of his reasoning as it’s rather large and blocks him from view from people a table, and also blocks everyone else from his view. Not ideal, but it gives him a voice and a means of including himself in conversations, and initiating them too.

The nurturing part of me wants to hire a peer to support him and facilitate his participation. A peer, as opposed to the adult support we do often hire, at least is part of the action too. It doesn’t seem as obvious as having an adult with him. But it feels a little like paying someone to be his friend, and that feels terrible. He’s got great friends who adore him and do their best to include him.

It weighs on me because there’s not really a great solution. He’s got a big 7th grade night time party this weekend that he’s so excited to attend, which is why this is on my mind. I just want it to be everything he hopes it will be…I know I can’t be there to make sure it’s a good experience so it ruminates in my head…If I could change anything for him, it would be to give him his voice…the impact of him having the ability to speak would change everything for him. More so than walking, or eating, or having better motor skills. I’d give anything to hear his voice.

WHERE IS MY MIND (Series – 1)
April 10, 2015

I am a magazine junky. There, I’ve come clean. As much a I love to tuck into a great novel, and do read on a nightly basis, I love the immediacy and compact nature of magazines. I can pour through a stack of them at my leisure and pick up all kinds of information, some necessary and some trivial. They delight me.

Over the past several years, I’ve trimmed down my paper subscriptions, opting for online versions as well as some online magazines like Chalkboard, Huffington Post, Green Monster, Food 52 and The Skimm. They serve my curiosity and fit in well when I only have a short time to play. I also love the ease of Googling anything that strikes my fancy (you don’t want to see my history – it’s a plethora of weirdness) and to find lots of information about everything from recipes to adaptive seating to best red lipstick shades to accessible travel to the latest in Swedish design. Right now I’m a bit obsessed with researching stem cell treatment.

And don’t get me started on Pinterest! Before Pinterest, I would tear or cut out articles, pictures, recipes and more out of magazines and newspapers, sticking them into files that I rarely looked at! With Pinterest, I save everything and anything and I do actually use my Pinterest files. I can take haircut ideas to my stylist, search for cool light fixtures for my dining room, track ideas for our 2016 trip to Paris, pull up recipes I’m keen on, and more, more, more…without clutter!

So here are some things I’ve found intriguing recently…places my mind has gone wandering:

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  1. 16 Party Bar Ideas Because I love entertaining and doing a festive bar is a fun way to let your guests DIY
  2.  Fascinating – What Your Eye Color Says About You
  3.  This sounds like so much fun – Shooting Hoops
  4.  Sara Gottfried – I am so looking forward to reading her new book about managing hormonal influences with diet
  5.  Contemplating this a means of storing all of our photos and documents: Bevy
  6.  For the lo-tech people like me who could use a little help: 20 iPhone Hacks

I AM THE DJ (Series – 10)
April 9, 2015

I’m looking forward to a few days of “Mom & Cole” time. Dan’s doing a conference this week through Saturday and has benefit to attend Saturday evening so we won’t see him until Sunday. Cole’s is continuing with Spring Break camp this week, which he seems to enjoy. A couple of his pals are there this week who were not last week so they’ve helped to make the week a bit more fun. I try to leave work a little early when Dan’s away so I can be home at a reasonable hour to have dinner with Cole. We fall into an easy routine of dinner, bath, a little TV. We have The Voice recorded so we’ll most likely watch the lives together.

Saturday we have some important errands to run. He’s attending a birthday celebration for one of his favorite friends and has decided on a gift so Saturday is shopping day! I’m guessing we’ll rope Grandma into joining us for a little shopping and lunch. Cole loves his weekend outings with her (so do I). I’m working a playlist for our driving. It’s kind of an esoteric mix but there are definitely a few songs that I know he’s going to love, and few that may surprise me. I just keep trying to keep us listening to different kinds of songs, old and new…just not the familiar kiddy music…anything but that!

So here’s the start of the April Playlist…

  1. ELEPHANT STONE – Stone Roses
  2. NO MYTH – Michael Penn
  3. STRANGE CONDITION – Pete Yorn
  4. GET CLOSER – Life in Film
  5. MAN WITHOUT A DREAM – The City
  6. GIMME SOME LOVE – G. Love & Special Sauce
  7. PINK MOON – Nick Drake
  8. I WANT YOU TO WANT ME – Cheap Trick
  9. EX’S & OH’S – Elle King
  10. CASTINADES EN EL GRANERO – Hinds
  11. CRAZY FOR YOU – Scars on 45
  12. DARK SUNGLASSES – Chrissie Hynde
  13. COMMON PEOPLE – Pulp
  14. PEDESTRIAN AT BEST– Courtney Barnett
  15. PICTURE THIS – Kero Kero Bonito
  16. WORLD SHUT YOUR MOUTH – Julian Cope

SHE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE
April 8, 2015

A friend is in Panama City this week doing an annual pilgrimage to provide her young daughter with stem cell treatment to help her gain improvement in her strength, motor skills, tone, and more. Like Cole, her daughter has cerebral palsy. Stem cell treatments, while somewhat revolutionary are being used to help children and adults with cerebral palsy with good success. I’ve heard about it over the years but hadn’t really done any research because it seemed out of reach for whatever reasons.

It’s not a miracle treatment that will eradicate all of the damage and disability from my child but from the research I’ve been doing recently, the treatment can induce small, notable improvements in overall health, alleviation of seizures in some, better focus, stronger muscle tone and coordination. Some testimonies I read cited improved vocalization and vision as well. The stem cells help to rebuild the damaged neurons and to help the body to create new healthy pathways.

It’s impressive. And it’s expensive. Stem cell treatments are still somewhat experimental and not covered by health insurance. Most clinics doing them are based outside the US so there are also travel expenses to consider. Still, when faced with the possibility of a treatment that could improve Cole’s health and circumstances even slightly, it’s hard not want to figure out how to make it happen.

For now, I’ll continue to research and will most likely talk to some of his doctors about it. It’s hard to decipher the testimonials. Many are from parents with very young children and I know that, from our experience, Cole made huge strides on his own in the early years because he was doing so many therapies and his mind and body were naturally getting stronger as he developed and grew. However, reading some of the testimonials from older children, teens, and adults gives me cause to believe there is potential in the treatment for him.

The impact of any improvement to his health, strength, tone, and/or focus can have on a kid like Cole is huge. The smallest benefit can be impactful to his life, which makes me want to know more about it. It gives me hope. Not for myself but for the possibilities it could provide for him.

SUNNY AFTERNOON
April 7, 2015

Sometimes the simplest things can be so satisfying and pleasing.

This past Sunday, Cole and I had plans with my mom to do our usual weekend errands and lunch. It’s part of our weekend routine and gives us a chance to visit with my mom, something we both really enjoy, all three of us enjoy. When we called her to set up our pick up time, she mentioned she had talked to my brother and that he would be in the Valley and could join us for lunch. Fun.

When we picked her up we learned that her boyfriend would be meeting us for lunch too. Again, fun.

We made a stop at OSH and both picked up a few new veggies to plant in our gardens and then worked our way through Trader Joe’s doing my weekly shop. Mostly, I shop and she and Cole disappear, roaming the isles for their own goodies and causing mischief.

As we were packing up the car after our shop, my mom suggested we call Dan to invite him to lunch too. He accepted and we suddenly had a gaggle of family lunching with us. We just went to a local burger/dog joint that has a nice patio in the back where we three often spend long weekend lunches chatting well beyond our meal. In the same fashion, our extended group had a leisurely, sunny lunch and had a chance to catch up with one another and enjoy some family time.

A more rare treat than you would think, but coordinating schedules with three active teens between us is complicated, so we don’t all get together as often as we’d like. The afternoon was a nice reminder to be spontaneous. You never know where the day will take you.

LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET (Series – 7)
April 3, 2015

We are a multicultural family. My husband is Jewish, and I am, well, spiritual in my own way. My brother’s family is the same, his wife and daughters are Jewish, and he’s his own guide. Multiculturalism has become so common; nearly all of our friends are too.  A nice thing, besides exposing our kids to different practices, etc., is that families develop their own traditions.

One such family invited us to a potluck Passover dinner this evening. The event is being held at their new home, and while respectful of the traditions and holiday, the meal will not be entirely kosher or in keeping with the tradition. They assigned the dishes each guest would bring. We were assigned to bring chicken liver. I think traditionally it’s a chopped chicken liver dish with hard boiled egg and some other things mixed in but I’m honestly not a big fan of the most rustic versions of chicken liver pates so I made the Chicken Liver Pate from Animal’s recipe (Animal is a James Beard Award winning, top restaurant in LA that has an amazing chicken liver toast dish on their menu that I LOVE).

I had to overcome the ick factor of raw liver. I had never cooked it and am really only a fan of it in smooth, buttery rich pates. Snobbery, perhaps, but I managed to get the slimy livers into a buttery pan and cook them off without actually ever touching them!

Just let me say, it was all worth it. It was actually not as terribly as I imagined it would be and the pate came out beautifully. It tastes like Animal’s! I feel embolden! I can make pate! I scooped it into some jam jars, a couple for the party and smaller ones to share with a couple of office mates who are also fans of Animal’s dish.

Happy Passover, Good Friday, Easter…whatever you honor. It’s nearly the weekend, which pleases me!

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ANIMAL’s CHICKEN LIVER TOASTS (I tripled this recipe for a party of 30 people)

  1. 1 stick, plus 2 tablespoons unsalted, grass fed butter, softened
  2. 1 pound chicken livers, trimmed
  3. Salt
  4. Freshly ground black pepper
  5. 1 medium red onion, diced
  6. 4 thyme sprigs
  7. 20 ¼ inch think warm baguette toasts
  8. Extra virgin olive oil, for brushing
  9. 2 garlic cloves, peeled
  10. Shallot Jam (recipe included)

Brush the bread slices lightly with olive oil. Grill or toast the bread until crispy. Rub with garlic.

In a large skillet, melt 2 tablespoons of butter. Season the livers with salt & pepper. Cook over high heat until browned, about 2 minutes per side. Set aside on a plate.

Melt 2 tablespoons of butter in the skillet. Add the onion and thyme and cook over moderate heat until the onion is translucent and softened, about ten minutes. Add the livers and cook until heated through for about 2 more minutes. Transfer to a plate to cool slightly. Discard the thyme.

In a food processor, puree the liver mixture and remaining 6 tablespoons of butter until smooth. Strain through a fine mesh sieve and season well with salt. Transfer mixture to serving bowl, jars and cover with plastic wrap pressed onto surface. Refrigerate until chilled and firm.

Spread onto the toasts and top with Shallot Jam for garnish.

SHALLOT JAM

  1. 2 tablespoons canola oil
  2. 4 large shallots, thinly sliced
  3. ¾ cup balsamic vinegar
  4. 1/3 cup light brown sugar
  5. Pinch of salt

In a skillet, heat the oil. Add the shallots and cook over moderate heat until softened and translucent, about ten minutes. Add the vinegar and sugar and cook until thick and jam like, about five minutes. Season with salt to taste.

SUNDOWN
April 2, 2015

I turned on the car recently and Sundown was just starting to play on the radio. I had a moment of sadness but then realized it was a happy start to the day. Maybe my dad would be with me…Sundown is a song that reminds me of him more than any other. I’m not sure why exactly because I don’t think it was a special song to him. I just have memories of it on the radio, me sitting in back, leaning over the middle of the front seats (I was a child back when backseat belts were not used), the two of us poorly singing Sundown. I can still feel the utter happiness I felt in that moment. He’d glance at me as we sang, smiling with a twinkle of conspiracy he often shared with me.

So I turned up the radio, started off to work singing loudly and joyfully, hoping he could hear me and that he was singing along too.

He had a way of making you feel like you were about to have some sort of adventure with him. A simple trip to the grocery could become an afternoon lost wandering around comic book stores in search of a random issue he needed for his collection. A trip to a museum ended with him introducing me to my first martini(s). Gin or vodka? Dirty or dry? We wandered around downtown until we found perfection in our preferences, and an expensive cab ride home!

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When he and my mom moved to Oregon, we’d spend hours talking on the phone, and sent lots of cards and letters. He was my best girlfriend. There was very little we left out of conversation. I’m blessed to have come to a place with him where we were so close.

Today is his birthday. He would have been seventy-two years old today. It’s funny because I can’t quite imagine the man he would be if he were still around. He died unexpectedly at fifty-six, going for a backhand shot in a tennis tournament. Not a bad way to go all in all but tragically way too soon. He probably had a smile on his face, which for some reason brings me peace.

My mom stayed in Oregon for another decade before she and her beau moved back to Los Angeles to be closer to the grandkids. I don’t know if my parents would have moved if my dad were still around. They were happy there. It’s a lovely place to live. There would be frequent visits to see the kids for certain, but whether they’d return for good, I can’t say for sure.

I’ve said before but it pains me that he couldn’t have known Cole. The two of them would be fast friends, compadres, and partners in crime. My dad would have taken it upon himself to devise all kinds of gadgets and gizmos to improve Cole’s life. He was like that. He would have been inspired to create and dream with and for Cole. No matter how much I miss him, the real tragedy is that they never met.

I miss him.

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I’ll miss him every day of my life…

WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN LOVE
April 1, 2015

I had lunch with a friend yesterday. She’s a former colleague, and now friend, and also happens to have a son who is in the 7th grade. Besides both having been our business for nearly twenty years, we also share the intrigue of raising teenage boys. While our experiences are different, we share many common values and have similar interests in raising our boys to be well rounded, kind and respectful.

Both of our boys are starting to develop interest in girls, and she shared that her son recently asked her if she believed in young love, to which she responded emphatically with a NO. I found it to be a romantic notion and if Cole were to ask me the same question, I would probably have answered YES.

I love the idea of young love. I must have fallen in love (or thought it was love) a dozen times when I was young. I think back to certain boys and can remember exactly how I felt at that time in my youth. I must have been thirteen when I fell for my first real crush. He lived in my neighborhood and was the absolute end all be all in my eyes. I used to skateboard past his house as often as I could, hoping he’d be outside so I could talk to him. I dreamed about conversations we would have and would imagine walking to school hand in hand with him. Sadly, he didn’t share my crush but we did become friends over the years, and eventually dated briefly in high school but by then my crush had faded. Still, I loved the feeling of love.

There’s innocence to what I consider young love to be. It can be unrequited, but still feel intense and all encompassing. It’s almost like your emotions are experimenting with themselves, or working out the kinks, teaching you to understand them.

I wonder what it’s like now for teenagers to crush on one another. From what I can tell from stories my teenage nieces share and from other kids, is that young relationships often take place via texting and social media, and not so much in the realm of spending real time together, getting to know each other. It seems like there’s a bit of disconnect in the way todays youth, well, connects.

I’ve asked Cole if he likes anyone special and he smiles slyly at me. I’m not sure if the sly smile is an “as if I’d tell you, mom” smile, or “why, yes, there is a cute girl in class that I like” smile. My gut is that it’s the former, and I don’t push but I’d love to be privy to his heart. I want him to feel butterflies and excitement and to be tickled when that girl talks to him. Young love is not necessarily the same as the deep, romantic love we hope to share with that special someone as adults, but I do think it’s real and magical and I believe in it.

THE LAST SONG (Series – 4)
March 31, 2015

March has been a weird month. I didn’t manage to write as consistently as I had intended to. Work has been oddly busy and life in general has been wearing. We managed to plant a lovely garden filled with herbs, veggies and salad accessories like two kinds of radishes, spring onions, fennel and a pinky hued heirloom onion. The seedlings are already sprouting and everything is taking advantage of the abundance of sunshine we’ve had of late.

Baseball season also started this month. They’ve played two games, and had a haphazard picture day event already. Cole’s having fun this season and one of his close friends joined his team as well, which will make the season even better.

And Spring Break started this week. Cole’s going to camp both weeks so we can save vacation days for summer when he is scheduled to have hip surgery with a couple of months of recovery. He’s happy at camp because it’s held at his school so it doesn’t change his routine tremendously, which for Routine Boy, makes for great transition from school days to break. We’re trying to work a few fun things in during the break so he can see friends and not be entirely solo.

I can’t believe tomorrow is April!

My March song list and artists are below:

  1. THE LAST SONG – The Foo Fighters
  2. BEAUTIFUL DAY – U2
  3. CATCH A WAVE – The Beach Boys
  4. LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME – The Thompson Twins
  5. LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET – The Clash
  6. SMARTER THAN YOU – The Undertones
  7. I AM THE DJ – David Bowie
  8. EVER CHANGING MOODS – Style Council
  9. SCIENCE IS REAL – They Might Be Giants
  10. SNOW (HEY OH) – Red Hot Chili Peppers
  11. HE AIN’T HEAVY, HE’S MY BROTHER – The Hollies
  12. BEAUTIFUL BOY – John Lennon
  13. LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET – The Clash
  14. THE LAST SONG – Foo Fighters

LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET (Series – 6)
March 24, 2015

We planted a bevy of vegetables and herbs this past weekend. My husband built some raised beds and we finally filled a couple of them, as well as some existing pots, with four different tomatoes, two squash plants, loads of different chiles and peppers, radishes, scallions, fennel and heirloom onions, plus a bed full of herbs for kitchen use. Corn, eggplant and cucumbers will follow. If all goes well, or rather, grows well, we’ll be enjoying the fruits of our efforts all summer. Just planting was inspiring to me. We enjoyed the below crostini with a garlicky herb grilled bit of chicken. It felt and tasted like Spring! The textures of crunchy bread, creamy, smooth ricotta, and fresh snap peas and herbs were amazing. The crostini alone would make a lovely light meal…

SNAP PEA CROSTINI

  1. ½ pound Sugar Snap Peas, trimmed if necessary
  2. ¼ cup fresh mint, chopped
  3. ¼ cup fresh basil, chopped
  4. 2 tablespoons olive oil
  5. Fresh cracked black pepper
  6. Maldon sea salt
  7. Baguette or other crusty bread – sliced on the diagonal in ½ inch slices
  8. Olive oil for brushing on bread to toast
  9. Fresh Ricotta cheese
  10. ¼ cup fresh chives, minced
  11. Lemon zest and juice

Brush the bread slices lightly with olive oil. Grill or toast the bread until crispy.

Mix the chives, lemon zest and 1 big squeeze of lemon juice into the ricotta cheese. Smear a generous layer of the ricotta mixture onto the toasted bread.

Blanch the sugar snap peas in boiling water for about two minutes. Plunge into ice water to stop cooking and cool the peas. Slice the peas roughly lengthwise. Mix the herbs and peas with the olive oil, a pinch of salt, and crack of black pepper. Pile the pea mixture onto the cheese topped toasts. Drizzle very lightly with olive oil and a sprinkling of Maldon sea salt. Indulge!

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