Conversations, History

10 questions I still can’t answer!

I had to dig out this blog post from 2011 after finishing a “Supernatural” podcast episode on past lives. (Go find it in Spotify, hosted by Ashley Flowers, part of the Crime Junkie podcast with Brit!) omg love them!

This episode ended with a retelling of a story I am familiar with, the little boy that claimed to be a WWII fighter pilot. He claims to have been reincarnated and could even remember being in heaven and “picking” his parents.

When Jack was small, maybe 3 or 4, he would constantly tell me that he picked his dad and me to be his parents while he was up in heaven. Jack was always very shy about telling me and it felt like he was secretly pleased about knowing this but wasn’t sure if I would believe him.

First of all, we are not religious and didn’t talk a lot about heaven when Jack was 2 or 3. I find the whole concept very interesting and would love to know of any parents out there have had similar conversations with their kids.

If this were true it would be so fun to learn more, however those memories are usually lost when children enter school. Jack used to say a lot of eccentric things!

This old blog post from 2011 showcases a top 10 list of questions I still can’t answer. 🙂


Conversations, History

The way he memes

Just a few of Jack’s social posts to either give you a chuckle or cause you to worry about his deteriorating sense of humor. Mostly gross, sometimes inappropriate and occasionally mom has to say “remove that post” for so many reasons. He’s still learning.

The best meme I’ve heard is the ‘No one, not a soul” and then “insert random or funny here”. Not sure how it started but it’s catchy in the weird way that most things are when they are repeated a thousand times.

Hey, in the 80’s we used to say “he’s ranking on you’ instead of “he’s making fun of you”. And for us “jouins” (pronounces Jew-ins) meant someone was cute. “He’s such a jouins!!” And don’t even ask what a snoogie was back then. Ugh!!!

Our memes consisted of “I can has cheez burger.”

Things have progressed quite a bit… right??


Jack: No one, not a single soul. YouTube recommends the 2018 best of compilation.

Jack: Do you smell popcorn?

Everyone: (holds breath)



Mom meme:

No one. Not a single soul on God’s green Earth.

Mom: I could use another pair of boots.



Why it’s a good thing that slavery ended

Well, of course it’s a good thing. I mean really! WTF were we thinking! Now try and explain what slavery was to a 6-year-old. I’m not even sure how we got on that subject. I think we were in the car. Sigh, who can remember… It’s late. I’m tired. I have 6 sorted piles of laundry to do. I took a tae kwon do test tonight and got my purple belt. (Yay!) I’m trying to pack for my trip to Russia. I have to work tomorrow and take Jack to his class and grocery shop and leave his dad a billion notes of what and what NOT to do while I’m gone. I don’t think the cat litter has been changed and there is a pile of bills right there (point point) just staring at me. Now where was I??

Oh yes, slavery. I remember Jack’s use of the word “slave” awhile back. Pertaining to ME of course…sigh… But here is our conversation from earlier today.

Jack: Who was Sheila Tubman?

me: You mean Harriet Tubman?

Jack: No, I think I mean Sheila Tubman. OR is it Harriet the Great?

me: It’s Sheila the Great. The book? Maybe her last name is Tubman?

Jack: Yes! It is! I remember.

me: Okay… well, Harriet Tubman was a slave. How are you getting these two confused, might I ask?

Jack: No YOU got it confused remember? Who was she a slave for?

me: I guess for whoever owned her. Back then, a long time ago, black people were used as slaves for white people.

Jack: Whaaaatt???!!! That’s crazy!! I guess I’m glad we have white skin right?

me: No, not really…slavery was something very wrong and it finally became illegal. Harriet Tubman was a slave that escaped and then helped a lot of slaves get to freedom.

Jack: Did they hide around the corner somewhere?

me: Oh no! They had to go all the way up north to states that didn’t allow slavery. It was mostly legal in the south.

Jack: But what happened if the slaves ran away?

me: The police brought them back or they were killed.

Jack: Did only black people help the other slave black people escape?

me: No, white people helped too. The ones that didn’t believe in slavery. They thought it was wrong. You can’t own another person like they’re your property.

Jack: So what did Harriet Tubman do?

me: She rescued slaves and helped them walk for miles and miles, hiding out at people’s houses along the way, and gave them food and water until they reached freedom. They called it the underground railroad.

Jack: Was it really underground?

me: No, it was so secret that they called it that. She helped them walk all the way north to states up here, but sometimes they walked to Canada!

Jack: Whoooaaaaa… that must have taken forever. Maybe she really is Harriet the Great. Ha ha!

me: Amen to that!

Emotions, History

Our 9/11 Tribute

The other day I got a copy of Newsweek in the mail. I flipped through a bit, knowing what I would be seeing. I’ve been trying to avoid the news this week and simply keep to myself. I don’t want to relive what happened 10 years ago. I can still go right back to that day in a blink of an eye, as I’m sure most of you can do, also. As much as I wish I could forget that day,  I do not want to FORGET what happend, and I want to pay tribute to those that personally suffered, and those that lost family and friends, and those that lost their lives. I chose to say a silent prayer today at about the time that all the sh*t went down so many years ago. It feels like a lifetime has gone by. I watched the painfully blue sky this morning, and heard a plane fly by…out of sight, but loud enough to add just the right touch to my remembrance.

I have personal ties to the World Trade Center. I was proposed to at Windows on the World. I then had my wedding reception there. We spent our first night as husband and wife right across the street at the Millenium Hotel. We spent most of our dating years in New York City and visited the WTC every chance we could. When the towers fell 10 years ago, we chose to take a train down to Manhattan that following weekend and see what we could to help. We would have helped in any way possible, getting coffee, or delivering supplies, whatever…but there were so many volunteers at each street corner, we weren’t needed. We could only wander around and look at what was missing. The gaping, smoking hole glimpsed between the other buildings, or down a long, long avenue. The NYC skyline and our lives were forever changed. I don’t think we will ever recover.

Whenever I see a clear blue sky in early September, I will remember. When a plane flies overhead, with the perfect white silhouette, and the loud drone of an engine, I will remember. Therefore, it is amazing to me that I have a son that knows nothing about this at all. He doesn’t know what the World Trade Center was. What it looked like. What it meant in his parent’s lives. What horror took place there. We’ve stayed in downtown Manhattan a few times with Jack. We’ve driven by Ground Zero many times. But we’ve never mentioned a thing. He’s too young. Someday, probably sooner than I wish, he will have questions that I will have to answer.

As I was flipping through Newsweek, Jack saw a photo of the New York skyline which showed the Twin Towers in perfect clarity. I didn’t have the sense to close the magazine before he noticed.

Jack: What’s that place?

me: That’s New York sweetie.

Jack: No it isn’t. What are those buildings? I never saw those!

me: They used to be there, years before you were born. They were called the Twin Towers. See how they’re identical?

Jack: Why are they not there now?

me: They’re gone now. (I really couldn’t say more if I wanted to)

Jack: Oh. Will they come back?

me: No.

Jack: Oh. Hey look, army guys on the next page. Cool!

He really didn’t ask any more questions, so I got off the hook pretty easily. I will talk to him about it when he’s older. I know this because the World Trade Center and New York City are such a big part of our lives. It helped form us as a couple, and in turn, formed our little boy. Jack loves riding the train to the City and can handle the subway, taxis, lots of walking, and especially the hot dogs (!) like a pro. He’s not shy, has an attitude and talks really loudly, so he’s probably part New Yorker! 🙂  Jack will grow up loving the City just like his Mom and Dad. Eventually he’ll have to learn its past and deal with the tragic story of 2001. For me, it’s hard to believe that all of that history, and some of my history, was erased in a few hours on that gorgeous September morning. A fellow blogger, Amalie Flynn, summed it up amazingly in her personal account of the events that transpired that day. Be sure to read it all.

Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone who was touched by the tragic events of September 11, 2001.