June and the Gang Would Be Proud

From The Toilet's Overflowing and the Dog is Wearing My Underwear.      I don’t know how it happened. Perhaps it was the pleading look in my husband John’s eyes. Maybe it was because I’ll do anything for a worthy cause. Whatever the reason, one Saturday morning, two weeks before Christmas, I stood in our kitchen, rubbing salt on breasts and shoving my hand up rear ends. At this point, I should mention we were cooking turkeys for a benefit. The proceeds would be used to supply shoes for local

“Mom, I really gotta talk to you.”      I sighed and leaned against the shelving in the hallway. With my children, that phrase took on different meanings depending on the kid. ​     If uttered by younger son Joseph (and used in high-pitched whining tones), it meant that either the popsicle supply was depleted and the world would surely end, or the family dog was running down the drive wearing my underwear and Joseph would be blamed.      For my older boy Jonathan, it meant that either his

From the book The Toilet's Overflowing and the Dog is Wearing my Underwear  by Debbie Roppolo           I don’t know how it happened. Perhaps it was the pleading look in my husband John’s eyes. Maybe it was because I’ll do anything for a worthy cause. Whatever the reason, one Saturday morning, two weeks before Christmas, I stood in our kitchen, rubbing salt on breasts and shoving my hand up rear ends. At this point, I should mention we were cooking turkeys for a benefit. The proceeds would be

Friday nights are special in my house. For a brief period my family and I can toss schedules aside, forget about looming deadlines, and enjoy each other's company. Last night, in honor of the fall season, we opted for old movies and munchies. I've found (through trial and error) that you don't have to break the bank to have a small party for your spouse and kids. A veggie or fruit tray is always a great choice, and a bag of unpopped popcorn is almost always available for  under a dollar. But

UPDATE: HE'S MY BROTHER won FIRST PLACE in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards for the Special Needs/Disability Awareness category.      When a child within a family has a disability, the focus is on the parents, what emotional support they can receive for themselves, and what services can be gathered for the disabled child.      Siblings feel that they are often “left in the dust”, so to speak. They are loved just as much as they have always been, but they don't receive the attention they

Beauty and grace are everywhere. Whether it's an Olympic figure skater or a street dancer, gifts of poise and balance are obvious. The latter is a gift I wasn't blessed with. A tad over 5'5," I could be a twin for a newborn foal, and wearing heels, I have all the grace of a drunken ostrich on ice skates.      Misfortune declared itself my best friend beginning when I was very young. Through my youth I've been knocked unconscious by the family German Shepherd and hooked in the butt with my

I've always been one of those kind of girls--rough and tumble, a dirt-beneath-the-fingernails gal that wasn't afraid of anything and willng to take risks. Always to my father's delight (and my friends' revulsion), I impaled my own worms and grasshoppers on hooks during fishing trips, and was the first to plunge feet-first into the pond and chase bullfrogs through the tall grasses. The end result was my being transformed into an eight year-old, hazel-eyed mud ball, and Mama rinsing me off with

Whether it's lightly sauteed, put in a frittata, roasted, or cooked in homemade spaghetti sauce, zucchini has perpetually proven it versatility.  And of course we can't forget the sweeter side of this yummy fruit in the forms of cookies and bread. Yep, you read it correctly, and I assure you I didn't write this post while caffeine-deprived. Even though zucchini is usually served savory (that's how my grandmother prepared it) and as a side, it's botanically classified as a fruit.

I love bananas, but I'm a bit strange. For me, the best time to enjoy the fruit is a little after it's past the green stage. The texture is perfect, and I love topping an open-faced peanut butter sandwich with thin slices of the fruit, drizzling it with organic honey, and toasting it in the oven. Each delicious bite takes me back to my youth and afternoon snacks at my nana's house.      The darker the skin on the banana, the more I'm repulsed. I don't like the smell, and I certainly don't