2 years with Addison’s Disease

living with addison's disease

For everyone, there are certain dates on the calendar that ring with a resonance, whether its happiness, sadness or excitement. Those same dates are undoubtedly absolutely hollow for others. Just another Tuesday. 

Two years ago, I added August 18th, previously just a random collection of 24 hours, to my own personal significance list. That was the day I ended up in the hospital and ultimately, after a week’s stay and many, many tests, ended up diagnosed with Addison’s Disease, a very rare chronic condition that affects the adrenal glands.  Continue Reading

Scenes from Saturday + Oktoberfest

One day each fall the kids run feral in the woods, crisp spirits bubble freely like they are running from a mountain stream, food appears as if from a faerie’s spell and music invites everyone to grab a friend and dance as if you actually know how to box step.

It’s not a dream. It’s one of my favorite days of the year out in the ‘burbs. It’s Oktoberfest at the local German club

You can’t fight the polka. Best to imbibe and join in. Continue Reading

Canning Demonstration at Tangerini’s Farm

Five years ago, in a fit of either homesteading fever or uncontrollable Amazon Prime clicking, I bought a Ball home canning kit. It promptly sat in its box. First in the office and then down in the basement. I did flip through the Ball preserving book, but it suddenly seemed like a lot of effort and a lot of bother. 

We moved to a new house. Conveniently, the canning kit was still packed and moved right along with us. It went on a shelf in the basement in a new house. It didn’t even get to stop in the office this time around.

Nothing changed except we joined the Tangerini’s CSA and occasionally I’d see the Ball book on my cookbook shelf. I’d quickly avert my eyes. Then, one day this summer while picking up our CSA, I saw an advertisement for a Canning and Pickling class at the farm. I signed up before I could talk myself out of it.

The week after the class, I was putting up jam, salsa and vegetables like a 1900’s prairie farmer. Continue Reading

Scenes from Saturday + So long, Cape

There were a lot of weird things that happened in the 80’s: Bunnicula, Mr Belvedere’s employment situation, those weird vinyl E.T. dolls, Noid, Muppet Babies, but somewhere up near the top of the list must be the musical Cats. How did this become a hit? 

It would be easy to blame Michelle, but I really only have myself to blame for this one. As a joke, I put on the cast recording in the car one day and later showed them a few YouTube clips. Cecilia was appropriately horrified. Allison, on the other hand, was smitten. This was the greatest thing since glitter tattoos and warm chocolate chip cookies.

She has spent the entire week begging to listen and learn more about this strange tribe of cats. She has been prancing around the house singing Magical Mister Mistoffelees. I have spent it cursing Andrew Lloyd Webber. Continue Reading

A Week on the Cape

After a cross country trip and dealing with one child’s new found phobia of giant costumed characters, we decided to spend our summer holiday this year closer to home. We would spend a week in Brewster and do all the touristy things we typically avoid when we are only there for a weekend.

Cape Cod is a hang out place. Just about everywhere is near some body of water whether it’s the ocean, bay or a lake. Strange as it appears on the surface, in a lot of ways the Cape vibe is similar to Hawaii. Once you’ve finally made it, you mostly just want to chill out in a chair, have an adult beverage, stare out at the water or read a book. All of which is completely possible with two kids under the age of 10! Continue Reading