Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
(Oops, Mommy lahd and said Daddy dahd in Eye-Rack.)
UNREAL. A North Texas mother is suspected of making up a tragic story in an essay contest to win a Hannah Montana prize package, NBC 5 reported. I'll bet you a ride on a Longhorn that this Mom has a yellow ribbon on the back of her SUV and maybe even Yosemite Sam mudflaps.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
This insane photo is from Dr. Mercola's health site. This is what he thinks David would look like in 2007. Is this what really fat men look like naked???? Sweet Jesus eating a fried Twinkie! Someone get him a leaf. And a BRA! I am a little jealous of his chest. I admit it. Wow. This is like a train wreck. Can't look. Can't turn away. I'm gonna toss out the rest of my birthday cake right now. As soon as I have just one...more...nibble.
Recognize that line? From my favorite Dr. Suess book, "Happy Birthday to You!" Today am pretty much dead-on middle aged. Half my life behind, half ahead. Feel free to taunt and/or congratulate me.
In autism years I'm about 432, just older than the Vampire Lestat, if anyone even remembers Anne Rice's magnificent vampire series of many years ago. Ruined by a blond Tom Cruise (Ugh! My eyes!) Now paranormal is normal and I've read over at Nathan Bransford's agent blog that Vampires are (un)dead. But I'm not worried because I don't write in the paranormal genre. I dipped my toe into PN with my book - and then pulled it out of the blood. Not my thing right now. In fact, I suck at it. (Get it? Bad vampire joke?) Ask my agent. (See his head nodding?)
Have you heard Anne Rice is now a Super Catholic? Check out her site HERE but get ready to be bombarded by Ave Maria and to feel utterly lost if you're looking for the amazing author of many years ago. Oh I'm sure she's still an amazing writer. But you'll feel like you have to whisper and badomble into her site on your knees. (You do know how to badomble, don't you? It's a Catholic thing. See this photo with the cross? That's from the LaSalette Shrine in Attleboro, MA. You have to go up those stairs on your knees. It's a penance; "If it hurts it must be good for my soul and since Jesus suffered for my sins I can suffer a little too." I call it badombling up the steps. My folks try to go there every year. I grew up going there. I don't know why Protestants don't kneel in Church the way we Catholics do. Feel free to explain.) Dang, am I off track again? Sorry.
I don't think Anne Rice writes about vampires any longer. Ah the irony, from the undead to the born again! I'm onto Charlaine Harris, whose Sookie Stackhouse series is a pip.
Back t0 my birthday. How old you ask? Well, if I had a theme song it would be, "Oh what a night! Late December back in......" Got it? Old. In autism, vampire and human years alike. But happy. Content. Blessed. No complaints from me.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Posted later: Are you horribly grumpy? I am. Oh yes. My Christmas spirit is currently in the form of Hellraiser. Maybe Chucky. Question. Are you the kind of person who decorates your car? I just saw a VW Beetle with antlers sticking out of the back windows. WTF? Do you, lady (I assume it's a lady, few self respecting men drive Beetles, let's face it.) have SO much time on your hands that you can decorate your CAR??? Instead of eggnog and joy I'm full of piss and vinegar today. Kids came home. We had to run out to pick up my car - got the tires checked. Do you want to know how long it took Mark and me to get the three kids into shoes and socks and then into his car? They're used to getting in my my minivan. The Altima blew them away. Which door? How does it open? Who gets in first? Second? Third? Which door again? You mean we have to get into this car? Where's "our" car? Who gets in first? I finally collapsed laughing, "Mark would anyone believe us if they saw this? 20 minutes to drive 2 minutes up the road to pick up our car?" We shared a good chuckle. OK, maybe my mood isn't so bad. And the antlers were kind of cute. For a Beetle. But don't touch my black minivan with decorations come holiday time. I'm just not that kind of girl.
Merry Holidays. I think it's Eid, yes? Happy Eid too.
Poster Later Later: Mood worsening. Hey, school Mom who sends home holiday goodie bags full of cheap painted Chinese toys. Turn off All My Children and turn on CNN. Lead much?
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Please email me at kim stagliano at g mail dot com with your home address. I'll try to get the goodies out tomorrow. More likely after Christmas though.
PIPER REED BOOK: Naomi
LITTLE PILGRIMS: Heather: Daily companion, BlessedMomof4: Home, Carrie Elsass: Restaurant, Stephanie: Colors
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Please join me in welcoming Kimberly Willis Holt, author of Piper Reed Navy Brat. "It's not easy being the middle child, especially when your dad is a Navy Chief. Meet Piper Reed, a spunky nine-year old who has moved more times than she can count on one hand." You can learn more about Kimberly at her website. You can purchase a copy here.
I read Piper Reed last week. It brought me right back to my childhood, snuggled into bed, soft pillow behind my head, eager to jump into another kids' world. When I was nine, I'd have identified with Piper. At 9 times almost 5, I can still identify with her, which I think is the mark of a terrific and timeless children's book. And I adore Christine Davenier's illustrations. I asked Kimberly a few questions that are relevant to the world of special needs, because Piper has dyslexia.
One lucky commenter will win a copy of the book!
Why did you give Piper Reed dyslexia?
I didn't plan to create a character with a reading disability. It just happened. Many times when I write I discover things I didn't know about the character. Sometimes that happens during rewrites. But in this situation I realized she was dyslexic on the first draft. I think it had something to do with her sisters' love for reading.
Also my mom was a special ed teacher and had many students with dyslexia. Over the years she told about their challenges. And though I don't have dyslexia(nor do any of my sisters) I am a slow reader. I'm more of an auditory learner. Sounds are important to me. I read at the speed that I speak. When I was in school, I thought I was stupid because I couldn't finish my tests in time. I think that gives me empathy for a dyslexic person.
Does Piper feel jealous toward her younger sister Sam, who is particularly bright and not challenged by dyslexia?
Although, Piper accepts her dyslexia, I believe she is insecure about what she believes to be Sam's supreme intellegence. Sam is smart, but she is not a prodigy. But Piper thinks her sister is and that's what matters.
What is Piper most afraid of when she moves?
Like most military kids, she's going to have to face being the new kid. She's done it before, but always had the advantage of making friends over the summer before the school year started. Now she's moving in October. She not only has to make new friends, but she is anxious about the possibility of the teacher making her read in front of the class.
Would Piper invite a child with a disability to join her Gypsy club?
Absolutely. Piper is a people person. She is a very accepting soul. Great idea!
Piper has a great catch phrase, "Get off the bus!" How does Piper feel about adding, "Get of the Van-bus!"
I love it! If I introduce a child with disability into the story, that might become a possibility. That's what I love about writing a series. Piper can meet more friends and have more storylines, because more books will follow.
You're welcome, Kimberly. Thank you!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
My revisions are FINALLY done!
Yup. My book is revised. For now. What's next? Clean up. Keen eye. Fine toothed comb. Nit picking (don't you use a fine toothed comb for that?) NONE of which is my strong suit. Go find, "Nilly Willy" in the dictionary and you'll see my photo.
Speaking of photos. My Mia turned 13 yesterday. 13! Hard to believe. Here we are at her party yesterday. Love the homemade GFCF cake, yes? Poor kid never gets a fancy store bought cake as I've yet to find a local bakery that makes a GFCF cake. She doesn't seem to mind though.
I'm an online/catalog shopper. Toting 3 kids with autism to stores often leads to profound "What the hell was I thinking daring to leave the house?" So it's catalogs to the rescue and I'm on tons of lists. Today's gem? Casual Living.
Casual Living plans to alleviate the burden of holiday shopping by enticing me with products guaranteed to make my family and friends blanche with delight and utter "Oh, Kim. You shouldn't have."
1) Holiday theme, tropical flamingo floor mats for your car - with a Christmas wreath around the bird's neck. Uh, CL? The six ladies who might possibly buy these live in an assisted living home in Miami . And they sold their Buick Park Avenues two years ago (Sadie's was a Lincoln, her Harold always did very well you know.)
2) Chewgars. Cigar shaped dog toys complete with authentic cigar box so your dog can match that cheesey wall print of the dogs playing poker that you have hanging in your "rumpus" room.
3) A t-shirt that reads: "What happens in the garage stays in the garage. Especially when you leave your car running for an hour while you sit in the front seat reorganizing the 8 track tapes you keep in that Hush Puppies shoebox.
4) One piece chopsticks made like clothes pins so that you can wow your friends at the Chinese Buffet on Route 1 in Saugus, MA. "Look Angie! I'm holding a wahn tahn!" (Pass the Mai Tai please.)
5) A pink or turquoise gen-yoo-ine leather Passport holder for when you finally decide to take that trip to New York.
6) A metal purse holder that attaches to a table, holding your handbag just inches from you, since the floor is simply too far away. How about a few sit ups Betty?
7) Scuffy slippers that have mops on the bottom so that you can dust the floor as you shuffle into the kitchen for your Ovaltine at night.
8) A candle set in the shape of a wine bottle, grapes and cheese. So now when you cut the cheese you can also light it on fire. Sublime.
Merry Christmas. Now get shopping.
First, I'm running two more contests (!) on Tuesday! One is for an amazing music DVD training program for kids! So come back!
Plus, I'm excited to tell you that also on Tuesday, 12/18, you can join me in welcoming a National Book Award winning author on her blog tour! And yes! I have a book to give away! It's a children's book.
To the winners below, please send me an email with your home address. Send to Kim Stagliano at g mail dot com.
Didn't win? Don't worry! Dave of Little Pilgrims has a great offer for you! 15% off! The promotional period will run from today until December 31. When you add an item to your cart, you will be taken to the cart page. Underneath the items in your cart you'll see a field that reads: Enter Promo Code. Enter promo code "KIMSTAG" there. Note that the discount will not be seen until after the checkout screen. (In other words, clicking “update cart” will not apply the discount. They will see it when they go to checkout.) Orders received by Friday, December 21 should arrive in time for Christmas.
Heather: Daily companion
Carrie Elsass: Restaurant
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Make dining out easier and more fun with labeling AND modeling books!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Let's Go Shopping!
I am here to make your life easy. I hate malls. I hate shopping, always have. Ask my Mom about the torment of taking me shopping as a kid, a teenager, for my wedding gown. Ask my husband about our apparent X/Y chromosome swap for the shopping gene. HATE IT!
That said, there are several wonderful online ways to say "goodbye" to your money this holiday season, especially if you know, love, gave birth to, enspermulated, swab, bathe, teach, tutor, therapize or tuck in a child with autism.
So - do me a flavor, won't you? Mosey on over to HERE and take a good look at the ads on the right. Click 'em all! Click 'em twice! Click 'em three times and watch your breasts grow or your penis get longer! OK, maybe not.
Hey! You don't have to a biomed Mom to enjoy these goodies either. There are DVD's to get you looking like an "AMILF", an awesome music teaching program for your little one with or without ASD, books and DVD's and more for kids on the spectrum and even away to DONATE money to a great autism cause (that's spelled S-T-A-G-L-I-A-N-O on the check.)
So go! Click off already! Come back though and tell me what you've ordered!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Goodwill is no longer accepting toys. Here's the story. Why? Because so many are tainted with lead. Goodwill is looking out for children. And keeping the lawyers at bay, I assume. Maybe it's time to make our fortune opening a poison toy recycling center? I'm on it, "Welcome to the Island of Mismade Toys." Walmart made a bundle. Mattel? Never happier. Our slightly dim, lead poisoned kids? Not so much.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
John Robison goes into detail in Look Me In The Eye about the elaborate pranks he played as a child, well into his teenage years, as an outlet for his anger and isolation. He recently blogged how it was better than today's kids who take out their rage via a gun. John had access to guns, I believe. So why did he choose his method of letting off steam whereas so young men today choose deadly weapons?
My heart goes out to the families in Omaha who are getting the worst phone call imaginable tonight.
Added, this young man was troubled and had a long history, including living in a group home. Conclusions? Who knows? Asperger's? Who knows? Would that make matters better or worse? Excuse his behavior? Make life more difficult for Aspergians? God, I have so many questions.
Read about him From KETV Omaha. How lost do you have to feel, or how angry, to go into a mall and shoot people? I fear we'll see more of this, not less in the future.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
I composed an opening while Dr. Kathy Dyer was speaking about her 30 years' experience working with kids with autism. "I hate to tell the good doctor that with my Mia, 13, Gianna, 11 and Bella, 7, I have THIRTY ONE years' experience with autism." It got a laugh and that's sort of what I do. Use humor to put people at ease. I continued on fairly well, I think. At least I knew to wrap it up quick.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Give up? The opposite of the Midas Touch is the Merdes Touch. That's when everything you touch turns to shit. Clever, aren't I? Not so much.
So tomorrow I'll go to the event where I'm on the panel and be my usual cheery self. The "Oh, how do you do it all?" woman everyone sees. Tonight? I shall grumble and complain.
I did make a great dinner though. I'll blog the recipe later. Yummy GFCF chicken breast cutlets with spinach and mushrooms. And, well, our tree is up and that's always cheery. And the girls are freshly showered and Mark dried their hair. And Bella was very cute today. And Mark looks quite handsome. And my Mom called to say "Hi" which is always nice. Because you always need your Mom. And my bathrooms sparkle because Bella and I have been sitting in them for hours at time waiting for Mr. Tinkle to come on out and play and so I've cleaned every square of tile on the floors and walls and every nook and cranny of the toilet. And I have a kick ass pair of Sevens to wear tomorrow so I don't look so much like a dorky old Mom at the college event. And well, I really do have a lot to be grateful for when I think about it.
Nah, I'd rather piss and moan. Until I jump in bed with THIS as soon as the kids go to bed. Tomorrow I will be my cheery self. Promise.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Added, 12/2. So I had lunch with John R. today before our event at Elms. The event was terrific and I'll blog it later. John got an advance copy of the movie! And he says it is very powerful. The way he described it, in spite of his calm Aspergian manner, tells me it's a tearjerker for us Moms.
One of the best things about living so close to New York is getting to know the events that are happening in the city - even if I can't get to them, which is most of the time. But I can tell YOU about them! And chances are you are far more unfettered than I. So maybe you can go!
There's a new documentary movie called BILLY THE KID that's won a boatload of awards about (drumroll please) a kid with Aspergers Syndrome. How appropriate I found it right when I'm speaking with the newly famous Aspergian John Robison!
If you can go to the event on December 5th in NYC please report back on the movie! I'm eager to know how it presents Aspergers and whether it's a one, two or three hankie flick.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
"Whatcha been doin', Kim?"
"Oh, just sitting around."
"Really? That's not like you, is it?"
"Not at all. I usually move at warp speed."
"So, um, why all the sitting?"
"Because my little sweetheart is learning to use the toilet."
"How's she doing?"
"GREAT! Success after several years of trying."
"Years? Wow. So what's your secret??"
"You must mean my, "SECRET WEAPON."
I took a toilet training seminar by the dynamic, engaging, delightful Brenda Batts at the National Autism Assoc. Conference earlier this month. Brenda Batts knows what she's doing. She's a fantastic presenter. Her system WORKS. I have the clean undies to prove it.
I'm so happy for my daughter, who is feeling both dry and proud this morning. Thank you, Brenda Batts!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Bernie Rimland Froze out the Refrigerator Mother Theory over 40 years ago.
Dr. Rimland founded the Autism Society of America and went on to create the most influential organization for the treatment of autism, The Autism Research Institute. Dr. Rimland passed away on November 21, 2006. This video was created as a tribute to him.
You can hear him dispel the theory that autism was a result of cold mothers within the first five minutes of this 27 minute video. No matter what your thinking on treatment or cause, we all owe this man, Bernie Rimland, a thank you for telling the world that we mothers we weren't the cause. You and I know that now. But 50 years ago, when autism was a RARE blip, seen once in a blue moon? We would have been to blame.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.
Monday, November 19, 2007
THIS STUDY is a crock of shit. How's that for a Monday morning? Scientists are going crazy trying to find out any cockamamie idea for the cause of the explosion in autism. Now they are saying we mothers DRANK during our pregnancies.
I had one scotch by accident when I was first pregnant with Gianna. Let me rephrase that. I didn't know I was pregnant and I drank a cocktail. I felt terrible about it for 8 months. When I became pregnant with Bella, Mark and I joked that I should head into the city to score some Crack Cocaine. After all, two clean as a whistle pregnancies hadn't done much for my older girls.
My generation of Moms is the first to have been liquor Nazi's. How DARE anyone think that these studies will divert us from looking at real potential poisonous causes of autism?
Mother's moderate drinking, watching Elmo and Barney (named in a study as a cause) old fathers, what's next? Breathing the mercury laden air?
Where's the Chivas? I need a shot in my coffee.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Last night I decided to whip up a nice dinner for Marky Mark. He asked for a spinach pasta with clam sauce. I, the ever dutiful, Italian wife (and no where near PMS time) agreed with a smile. Plus, it's the easiest meal ever to create, even if your Italian food repertoire consists of opening a can of Chef Boyardee and calling Pizza Hut.
It's Sunday today. LET'S COOK!
Mark likes clam sauce. So do I. But when I opened the fridge I saw a bit of pizza sauce from the GF pizza I'd made the kids for dinner and a carton of heavy cream from the chocolate ganache I made last Thursday for Mia's teacher appreciation luncheon. Tomato sauce plus cream = heaven. So let's make two sauces so easy you can whip up both on the stove and pretend you're the Olive Garden with "Choose your own sauce night."
Pour 3/4 cup cream into pan. Tell yourself you'll diet tomorrow.
Add your favorite tomato sauce until the sauce is as pink as you like. (homemade, jarred, your call. I won't police you on this one.)
Crush in one clove of garlic. You DO own a garlic press, don't you? Ask Santa to put one in your stocking.
Grate in a ton of Reggiano Parmagiana (cuz the only green can in your house now is a can of Heineken, right?)
Add salt to taste.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Miss G. was a non-verbal toddler until close to 4. She had horrible tantrums. She had red papery cheeks, runny nose, terrible diaper issues. She ran screaming out of her classroom. She woke at night. She had odd movements, like chicken arms and constantly bending over at the waist. Her neuro told me she would be on Ritalin by first grade. Her EX-neuro.... I never believed the dire prognosis for my girls. It never felt right. Not for MY kids. I can't speak for anyone else's.
This is from her teacher today. Please note, Gianna does NOT eat Skittles which are high fructose corn syrup and artificial colors. Bad stuff for our kids. Gianna won an award for achievement this week, for her progress this year. I brought her a GFCF pizza so she could partake with the other kids. I baked it at 9:00am this morning.
"So today at lunch after you left, Gianna walked up to a little girl (who was eating skittles) and said, “What color skittle is your favorite?” And the little girl said, “Green and Red.” Gianna goes, “How about orange and purple?” The little girl said she likes those too and then G said “Cool!” I had tears in my eyes because she initiated that all by herself!!! I just had to share… Have a fabulous weekend!"
And that is why I bust my ass every day for my kids. We are 6 weeks into a new protocol. And it's working. Anyone who tells you to love our kids and leave them to stay as "God" made them is missing the boat. There is much we can do for our severely affected kids.
It's a big boat. We'll make room for you. We'll give you a life vest. We'll take care of you. Come on board. You don't have to call it "cure" or "recovery" if those terms offend you. I don't know if I'm curing or recovering anything. I don't care if I am or I'm not. I only know my child had a real conversation with a peer today.
Can't we all just call it love?
I knew that headline would encourage you to read the article....
So my caterpillar is now a butterfly. I am Managing Editor of a new site called, AGE OF AUTISM. Nationally acclaimed former UPI journalist Dan Olmsted is our editor. Here's our latest scoop:
The beautiful, funny, autism Mom/best selling author/actress named Jenny McCarthy called the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) LIVE during her presentation at the National Autism Association Conference last weekend in Atlanta.
Age of Autism has the five minute phone call on videotape! RIGHT HERE!
You'll need the free Apple QuickTime Software download software to watch the clip.The five minute clip takes a few seconds to download and the audio synch is a bit off, but you'll get the jist of her call.
Jenny is NOT letting the CDC off the hook when it comes to vaccines and the autism epidemic. She has the brains, the beauty and a platform that's even higher than her heels to get her message out.
A couple of weeks ago, an autism Mom sort of rolled her eyes when I mentioned Jenny's book Louder Than Words and asked me, "Do you think she's the real deal?" Yes I do. She spent three days at the conference, meeting parents, signing books and DVD's and made time for the many kids with autism who were there with their parents.
You know, another big name in autism likes to say, "Autism knocked on the wrong door." But Jenny McCarthy has put her MOUTH where her money is. (And what a mouth it is!) My money (what little is left after caring for my three children with autism) is on Jenny McCarthy.
Go, Jenny, go! And thank you, "Sweetie."
(Thank you to the folks at FAIR and Life Is My Movie for creating the file for Age of Autism.)
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Think reproductive healthcare rights are a hot topic? Check out THIS bad boy. Courts ordering parents to come in if their children are not fully vaccinated.
No matter what your opinion on the safety of the national vaccine schedule, you might ask yourself if the legal system can force you to partake of ANY medical procedure or treatment for your children.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Things you do not want to see when landing at an airport.
Had a bit of a delay getting back from Atlanta on Sunday. In fact, I got home on Monday. Here is a photo from my seat on the plane. But you can not see what was following us on the runway. Looked kinda like this:
We were en route to NY from Atlanta when the Captain announced an emergency landing at Dulles in DC. The computer said the hydraulic system had a problem. I do not know what hydraulic systems do. I think they make things go up and down. Like carousel horses and airplane wheels and wing aelerony thingamajiggies. That stuff that makes an airplane go "ZOOM!" and remain high up in the sky. Hydraulics are important. We landed in dead silence without incident. Amen to that. Six hours later, the plane had been repaired! But the crew was no longer able to fly according to FAA regulations. So they can fly with cocktails in them as long as they are under the hourly limit but can't fly stone sober 11 minutes after the alotted work time. Go figure. We ended up in a cheesey Holiday Inn in Sterling, VA.
I met a lovely young woman I'll call, K. She was traveling alone and none too pleased about being solo at a hotel hundreds of miles from home. We hung out together, shared a cab and I got us hotel rooms with an adjoining door in case she needed to come in. I also had a long chat with her mom via phone, telling her to come to this blog and check me out. I'm really a Mom with girls and not an axe murderer. While we were walking to the cab stand a man approached us, "You need a ride? I can save you some money." I declined. K looked surprised. I explained, "You NEVER take a ride to save money as you'll spend far more than anything you save on the dry cleaning bills to get your own blood out of your clothes." Always go to the official cab stand where the people in uniforms put you into a legit cab. I felt very old and motherly!
Briefly on the conference, it was fantastic. If you have a child with autism this is the conference to attend. You'll learn a ton about treatment from the top docs in the nation. And you get to meet gorgeous women like Jenny McCarthy. She is filming a documentary of her book, "Louder than Words." She spent 3 days at the conference. Spoke with everyone, met with the kids, and is genuinely a funny, warm, gracious woman. Standing next to her I felt like I had eaten 24 fried Twinkies myself! I now know what a size 0 looks like. More later. Good to be back!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
READ THIS TOY RECALL and then stop and think before you buy one toy for the holidays from any American Company who manufactures in China. If everyone buys even 50% fewer toys from Mattel, Hasbro and every other toy company you will hurt their bottom line. That's the only way they will take your child's health and safety seriously.
They ought to be whipped with a limp noodle. And if they eat this toy? They just might like it....
OK, now I'm really off to Atlanta.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
If YOU are the parent of a child(ren) with autism PLEASE do go over to HuffPo, sign up so you can comment and tell the world your story about how the docs who are now supposed to diagnose kids after years of missing them treated you and yours.
You can use an screen name and NO ONE knows who you are. There is NO cheating on HuffPo. I get no info on who is commenting at all. Just what you use as your screen name, so don't worry about being "outed."
And I'm asking you to forward this request to every autism blog you visit. No matter what "flavor." ALL of our kids deserve better treatment by the docs. And by treatment I mean RESPECT, not literal medical treatment. That's another fine kettle of fish.
THANK YOU! KIM
My latest on Huffington Post, "The Boys on the Bus."
Just scored a pair of Levi's on ebay! Mine, all mine! Mwahahahahaha!!!!!!!
(Confused? Think I'm a beyotch? See my post a little lower about how I need women to get F-A-T so they will sell this style of Levi's on ebay in my size. These jeans are no longer in production. So I have to resort to Subcutaneous Darwinism to find them. They're as elusive as the crumple nosed snorkack.)
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
In contrast to yesterday's gloom, read this from the Beverly Citizen about an amazing (and handsome) man name Sargent Goodchild. Isn't that the best New England Yankee kind of name? (Says the girl with a million vowels in her names.)
Sarge Goodchild, at Active Healing changed my girls' lives. When the doctors wrote the kids off, told me to take them home and call the schools for help and just love them, Sarge said, "There's much you can do, Kim."
Sarge gave me the ultimate gift. HOPE. Real hope. Not empty promises, but an assurance that my kids had potential and were worth treating. Treating well.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
A 13 year old boy in a suburb of Cleveland got angry at his mother. His 16 year old brother intervened. The 13 year old stabbed his brother, plunging a letter opener 3" into his skull.
Our children are sick in alarming numbers. This is not normal behavior. In fact, I don't think it's "behavior" at all. It is a sign of a sick body, not a sick mind. This isn't "garden variety crazy." It's explosive, uncontrolled anger (one of the symptoms of metal poisoning by the way.)
Is it the lead that we are learning is everywhere, in every kids toy? Is it the chemicals kids eat masquerading as food? Is it the toxins like formaldehyde, aluminum and antifreeze found in vaccines? Is it the air, laden with mercury from the coal burning plants in China whose pollution drifts across the globe? Is it the water, full of drugs and antibiotics and chemicals? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO OUR KIDS???
HERE's the article. Read it and weep. For the children.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Battle of the Beer Babes
Have you seen the ever so slightly disturbing Heineken ads with the Ke'girl who gives birth (a la Alien) to a keg of beer? Ah the perfect woman! After she gives you a hand job her hand turns into a bottle opener! (Mind your timing, Ke'girl, don't want to snap off your man's tap, now do you?)
Makes a beer swilling boy pine for this gal, doesn't it. She'll serve you cold one, not rip you a new one.
In the real battle of the beer babes though, my money is on one girl and one girl alone. Elvira.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Stagliano and Fischkin at the Long Island Autism Conference
NOTE: I am not a demon from hell, contary to the odd whites only eyes in my photo....
The conference was terrific. Organizer Christine Hereen is a miracle worker. There were nationally known presenters, a wide range of autism related vendors offering everything from books to HBOT chambers. There is a distinct Biomedical interventions feel to the conference, but it is not limited to Biomed in the least. Something for everyone.
I took the ferry from Bridgeport to Port Jefferson on Long Island instead of driving 94 miles into and then out of the city onto Long Island. What fun! Marky Mark had his girls for the two days. He took them out for dinner and even got them to 10:30 Mass! Rumor is their hair looked like hell though. He can do just about anything for them except twist up a ponytail.
Barbara Fishkin and I ran a breakout session about writing. I think many of us have a story to tell. Perhaps all of us. But how? We encouraged people to pitch their ideas to us and WOW! what great ideas we heard. Barbara and I have a similar style. "Seat of the pants." We both enjoy talking to people and I think our presentation went well. Especially when I encouraged the Dads to start reading mens' magazines like GQ, Esquire, Playboy and Penthouse for the articles, to decide where they could submit an essay. That got a big laugh.Here are some snaps:
Stan Kurtz, parent of a recovered son
Port Jefferson NY
A beautiful reason NOT to travel a lot
Like leaving the inside of the Jupiter Two!
Kim and Barbara