Monthly Archives: September 2013

Transformation

The caterpillar lay there in her cocoon. She was snug in there, warm and tightly wound. Yet she felt frozen. She was unable to move. As she sat waiting impatiently for something to happen, she started to feel it little by little. It began as a tingling sensation in her tail. Slowly, the feeling moved little by little up from her tail vertebrae by vertebrae. The tingling vibrated from her tail up each part of her. The sensation spread through her small body like a syringe filling with blood. 

There was tingling from her tail all the way up through her tiny head. Her whole body was full of vibration. She knew that this was the sign of something to come. She listened to the vibration. She asked it what it meant. She told it she was scared. She didn’t know when it would stop or if it would stop.
The tiny caterpillar was infused not only with vibration but with spirit. She closed her eyes and breathed into the vibration. Just as she took a deep breath in the tingling feeling increased. Her body twitched all over. It was as if lightning has struck her. She convulsed but she tried desperately to remain calm. She breathed, vibrating all the way.
Lightning struck her again, and she began to cry, but only a little. She wasn’t sad, she was merely fearful of what was to come. 
She looked down at her body not knowing what was happening to her. All at once there was a warm sensation. She was surrounded by an all encompassing warmth as if the sun had shone on her small body, but there was no sun. She was alone.
The small fearful caterpillar felt that warm abruptly change into a wet feeling. She felt as if she were saturated by water. She was submerged by a gooey substance. She prayed that this would all stop. She wanted to feel like herself again, but she didn’t know who that self was.
The wetness expanded and she feared that she might drown. All at once she felt a sharp pain in her vertebrae. She cringed. She looked down and saw the hint of something. It was sharp and triangular. She closed her eyes and focused on that place in her body. She breathed. 
All at once she opened her eyes and looked down at that place on her body. It was pulsating and swollen. Then it happened. Out of that pulsating spot sprouted a giant black mass. She breathed a sigh of relief. She stared at the blackness and saw that there was more. It wasn’t black at all. It was deep dark purple. 
I did it. She thought. 
She knew what was coming next. I’ve come this far She thought. I can do it again.


Wordless Wednesday -Uh Oh

I Know Everything!

I think I may have the most stubborn child alive. 

As we were walking to school this morning, Ari decided that he was “too tired to walk” and he “didn’t want to
hold my hand.”
Meanwhile, we managed to pass at least 10 children on the way to school who were willingly holding their mother’s hands.
“Okay,” I said sighing “You can walk by yourself.”
I reluctantly let go of his hand (I say reluctantly because he walks slower when he’s not holding my hand and we were already running late) and he began to climb on the gate of a brownstone we were passing.
“Ari!” I shouted “This is not play time! We are late for school! If you don’t hold my hand we can’t go on the ride after school!” 
I promised him if he listened to me he was allowed to ride one of those quarter run car machine toy things that was outside of a toy store we’d passed.
“I’m too tired to walk fast! I don’t wanna hold your hand! My arms and legs hurt! I don’t wanna walk!” He screamed
“Ari,” I began “The reason you’re tired is because you refused to go to sleep last night.”
I put Ari to bed at 9:30pm and he didn’t fall asleep until 10:45pm. We woke up the next morning at 7:20am.
“No! I’m not tired! They hurt because my backpack is heavy!”
“Ari, you’re a very smart boy, but you don’t know everything.” I said. Then he exploded. 
“I know everything! I know everything! I KNOW EVERYTHING!”
Then I lost it.
“I am 33 years old! I am the adult. You are five!” I was really telling myself this but I was directing it at him.
“I’m an adult!” He screamed “I know everything!”
He continued to repeat this the entire way to school. When got to school and one of the teachers holding the door for us looked concerned.
“We’re having a rough morning.” I said with a forced smile.
We got upstairs and I led Ari to his Kindergarten class. He instantly stopped crying and ran to the table to build with Magna-Tiles.
He knows everything. 

Ari’s First Day of Kindergarten

Today was Ari’s first day of Kindergarten. I set the alarm for 6:30am, but we ended up sleeping in until 7:30am. We were used to our summer non-schedule of sleeping in. As soon as Ari was up and dressed and ready to go, he went to say goodbye to Samara. I almost cried as he opened her door and said:
“It’s my first day of School, Samara. I’m gonna miss you.”

Next we stopped by Canteen for a chocolate muffin. It was the only way I could bribe Ari to leave the house before 8am. 
Then we went to the taxi dispatch stand on my block and begged the dispatcher to look for an available driver to get us to school. We were really late. Unfortunately, the dispatcher was cranky.
“Hi sir, are there any drivers available? We’re really late for the first day of school.” I said pleading with him.
“Are you with somebody?” He said confused. “I don’t see anybody with you.” Then it occurred to me that Ari was too short for him to see since he was behind a glass window and elevated several feet above the ground. 
“Yes yes! I’m with my five year old son.” 
“This is not a dispatch facility!” Shouted the Taxi Dispatcher, even though there is a sign that reads “Dispatcher” on his desk behind the protective glass.
So Ari and I booked it down our block and then I saw him. There was a taxi driver filling his gas tank at the gas station. 
“Hi!” I said overly excited to see the taxi driver. “Are you on duty? We are really late for school.”
“Where are you going?” I told him and he replied “Sure, get in.” 
“Thank you so much!” I exclaimed.
“No problem dear, he has to get to school right?”
Ari was happy to get in that taxi. 
We got to school and Ari was ready for his first day of Kindergarten. 
This year Ari is in an ICT class, which means he’ll be with children who have special needs as well as general education students. I requested that he be in an ICT class for Kindergarten because I love those particular teachers and because I think he’ll be a strong character and a support to the kids that have special needs. 
When he approached the classroom, Ari was a bit shy. He hid his face in my dress. But soon he ran to the Magna-Tiles and began to build. 
I left Ari to play in his new classroom while I attended a parent orientation in the school library. I snuck out of the orientation a little early so I could beat the crowd and get a student Metrocard for Ari from the office.
I returned to pick him up in his classroom, and was greeted with a big hug. Then we took the train over to downtown Brooklyn to pick up more school supplies. 
Some of the school supplies included unlined composition notebooks (which I didn’t even know existed) and a cat folder.

Ari picked out a yellow finger pointer that he wanted to take home. I don’t know why I let him buy it, but I did.
Day one of Kindergarten is complete! 

Fire Island Hotel and Resort - My Awesome Stay and a Chance to Win a FREE NIGHT!

Fire Island has always held a special place in my heart. One of the reasons for this is because my parents met there. I can remember spending summers there as a child and loving the beach and the bay. I used to paint seashells and sell them on the beach. Fire Island is (and will always be) a magical place for me and my family. 

Last summer when we went to Fire Island, we stayed at  The Fire Island Hotel and Resort in Ocean Bay Park
It was such an awesome experience (for the kids especially) that I called the Fire Island Hotel and Resort this year and asked if we could stay there again for three nights during the first week of September**
The Fire Island Hotel and Resort booked us a cabin with a double bed and we were on our way to Fire Island!
But first we got on the Long Island Railroad and headed to Bayshore to catch the ferry to Fire Island.
We got off the ferry and headed to the Fire Island Hotel and Resort, which was a five minute walk from the ferry in Ocean Bay Park.
We were greeted by the lovely Molly at the front desk of the hotel. She becomes a super hero at the end of this vacation. You’ll see why later.
Molly handed us the keys and we headed straight for our room. As soon as I unlocked room #36 the kids already felt at home:
We headed straight for the beach which was steps away from the hotel. We opened our door and were able to walk directly out onto the beach, which was beautiful!
                           
After the beach we headed back to the pool at the Fire Island Hotel and Resort Ari and Samara loved the pool!
After the pool, we were hungry so we cooked up some salmon on the grill that they have on the facility. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of our lunch because we were really hungry. :)
One of the most awesome parts of staying at the Fire Island Hotel and Resort was that even when we weren’t at the beach or the pool, the kids always had a place to play. The view out of the window of our room reveals a fond grassy spot that Ari and Samara had fun running around:
We loved our stay at The Fire Island Hotel and Resort and we would absolutely come back again. It’s an awesome place for families. The kids loved it so much that they didn’t want to leave!

On our last night in Fire Island, something unexpected happened. The kids and I were on the beach, and my flip flops washed away into the ocean with the tide. I had no shoes to go home with! Molly, the wonderful woman at the front desk of the Fire Island Hotel gave me the shoes off her feet so that I could make it safely home. That’s love people, that is love. 
Do you want to win a free night at The Fire Island hotel for you and a guest? Enter below to win one FREE NIGHT at the The Fire Island Hotel and Resort in Ocean Bay Park, Fire Island. If you win you can stay ONE NIGHT between 9/16/13 and 9/19/13. ENTER BELOW!

**Full disclosure: the above is a sponsored post from the Fire Island Hotel and Resort. I received three nights stay in exchange for a review. All opinions expressed here are my own.

Starbucks Won’t Let This Girl Keep Her Hair Blue - This and Other Stereotypes

I met a girl named Cindy on the B train. She had the most gorgeous blue tipped hair. I had to stop her because it was so beautiful I wanted to know what dye she used.

“Oh, I use Adore.” She said.
“I’ve heard of Adore!” I said “My friend used a combination of Adore and Pravana but she preferred Adore. It’s cheaper right?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s like $3.00.”
“Awesome. I want to redo this part of my hair.” I said pointing to the pinkish part of my hair underneath my natural brown color.

“Do you think you’ll do blue?” She asked.
“Maybe,” I said. ” I like the darker blue you have there. So what do you do?” I asked Cindy.
“I work for Starbucks.” She said with a half smile.
“Nice. I’ve heard their health benefits are pretty decent.”
“They are. But…” She paused “They’re making me take this out.” She said with a frown pointing to her blue tipped hair
“Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. “Why?”
“They have a strict appearance code. You’re not allowed to have weird colored hair.”
“I don’t understand.” I said. “That makes no sense.”

And I truly did not understand whatsoever. I don’t understand how having blue hair can effect the way that a person prepares coffee. I don’t comprehend why it matters if the person behind the Starbucks counter has a lip ring or a nose piercing, which according to Cindy they are not allowed to have.
It doesn’t make sense how a person’s outer appearance could impact their ability to perform a job.

I could, however, understand if the individual working for Starbucks hadn’t bathed in seven days and smelled badly. That would make sense because it would potentially be offensive to other customers and their coworkers.

The prohibition of blue hair, on the other hand, makes no sense to me. I wouldn’t bat an eyelash if the person behind the counter at my local coffee shop who handed me a cup of coffee happened to have blue, green, purple or rainbow fucking hair. I don’t understand how that would impact their ability to do their job in any capacity. In fact, I would go so far as to say that by not allowing people to express themselves with multi-colored hair that would qualify as a form of discrimination.

Furthermore, I don’t understand why lawyers, doctors, teachers, and other professionals are often not allowed to display “unconventional” hair colors. Again, if my son’s Kindergarten teacher had green hair, I would think it was awesome.

Why are we so quick to judge colorful hair?

Conservative folks might argue these points:

  • “I don’t take people with colorful hair seriously.”
  • “It’s not professional to have colorful hair.”
  • “That’s just weird.”
To all three of those points I would ask the individual “why?” What evidence do you have that a person with purple hair is unprofessional or weird? I’ve met plenty of weirdos with plain old brown hair. What’s the big deal?

I will close with this story:

On the ride home from the museum, I met three teenage boys. They were ravers. Their names were Chris, Gerard, and Jeremy. I noticed them immediately because their arms were covered in elaborate patterned beaded bracelets.

“Wow! Those are awesome.” I told Jeremy.
“Thanks!” He said “I make them myself with beads and fishing wire.”
We got to talking and Jeremy told me that he and his buddies were headed to a rave in Brooklyn.
“I have a good friend who used to be into the rave scene hardcore, but he stepped away from it because it became dark.”
“Yeah,” Gerard said “People think that raves are all about drugs. But it’s not true. We go to enjoy the music and dance. Actually, the dancing is the best part. The party we were at yesterday security was really tight. There was no way drugs were getting in. They patted us all down.”

Gerard went on to tell me how much he loved dancing and how it fulfilled an essential need for him. When most people think of raves (myself included) the next thought is usually hardcore drug usage. But these boys were debunking that stereotype right in front of my eyes. They just liked to dance.

They got off the train at West 4th Street, but right before they left, Chris handed Samara a pink, white and green bracelet.
“Here you go. You can keep this one.” He said with a big smile.

When I got home, I knew I had to dye my hair blue.