The Divorce Diva is In, Part II

Monday, January 23rd, 2012

Thank God for Girlfriends and Family

Some things came much easier following my divorce. I found it a relief to be living authentically – no more pretending that everything was fine; no more struggles and resentment at home. I was able to talk with my girlfriends with a freedom and honesty that had been somewhat strained before. And they welcomed my stories and sobbing and even my loving support of Jon. Yes, they thought it was odd, but no one judged me or called me crazy – to my face, anyway. 

How to tell my family was a little harder to figure out.  I am the only person who has ever gotten a divorce in the entire history of my genealogy. I didn’t think they’d understand. I thought they would tell me to try harder. But when I told my sisters and brothers and my mom and dad, I received unconditional love and emotional support. Well, to be perfectly honest, my dad was not happy. He wanted someone to blame, and it’s taken many years for me to convince him that there’s really no one to be mad at. He still thinks it’s weird to be friends with your ex. That’s okay; it is. But all in all, everyone dealt with our divorce with care and kindness, and extended that to Jon as well.

A Child’s View

How to tell our son became the overpowering question. Jon and I spoke for hours about the best way to tell him (together), the choice of words to use, where and when … and how to explain his “why?”  It’s worth spending a lot of time on this … after five years, my son still remembers the exact moment of the telling, the exact place he was sitting, his own perception of what we said, how we looked, how he felt. I wish I had a video camera to see how close to reality his version is! We also paid very close attention to see how our separation would affect his mood, his conversation, his schoolwork. We didn’t know if he needed a professional to talk to – hey, we’d been doing it for years! – so we took him for a session and learned that he was adjusting really well, but that he might feel the impact now and then, years from now, at different points in his life, and we should continue to check in with a therapist. We do.

The Evolution of Divorce

Like a marriage, a divorce evolves, too. It’s been five years, and What’s Next has turned into What’s Now. Jon is an involved, empathetic, loving parent, and a helpful and compassionate co-parent with me. And believe me, I’ve needed that during the teenage years! I am a strong presence and partner in Jon’s life, too. I believe I am a better person for knowing Jon, for having been married to him, and I feel honored to have created with him the kind of relationship we have … out of the divorce, a real friendship.

What I Know Now:   

…that divorce is not always a tragedy. It does not mean that your child will automatically have a more difficult life. Sometimes it is the best, healthiest path for a family to take, especially when the marriage itself is unhealthy. 

…that love does not conquer all. It is powerful, but no one can change another person; they have to do that for themselves.

…that you can disagree with – and even fire – your lawyer if you are not on the same page philosophically. Interview several lawyers, and find one whose practice matches the way you want to proceed with your divorce. 

…that the people who love you will support your decision with kindness.

…that anger, resentment and hurt suck the energy out of you. The sooner we let those emotions go the healthier and more vibrant we feel. 

…that divorce is one of those rare opportunities to use the highest character traits God has given you — the power to really forgive your ex and yourself – and the compassion to accept your ex for who he is.

…that if you have children, it will be SO MUCH EASIER if you can have an amicable relationship with your ex, for schedules, carpools, expenses, adolescent issues, graduations, weddings, grandchildren… in some ways, it’s still forever. Let go of the blame. No one person is responsible for what has happened. 

….that I had everything I needed to be a good mother and co-parent in a divorced situation.

…that happily-ever-after looks different than Disney. Create the life you want; it’s your story.

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I Love Muffins… I Just Don’t Want to Look Like One

Friday, January 20th, 2012

I have always been in awe of the celebrities out in Hollywood who have a baby, and then emerge from their home about a month or so later looking like they were never pregnant at all. Here I am, about 14 years since I popped out my last kid, and I am STILL carrying around the extra baby weight. Of course, after 14 years, you really can’t call it “baby weight” anymore. You simply call it fat.

So, I had been carrying those few extra pounds around for quite some time and failed to notice that over the holidays I had added on a few more extra pounds. And a couple more after that. How is it possible that I could not notice ten more pounds on top of the extra ten, er, fifteen, I was already toting behind me?

The problem was the jeans.

It used to be that jeans were just made with denim and had a certain amount of give to them, but not much. This is why we had to lay down on the bed years ago and use a wire hanger to zip our jeans up. But jeans today have so much lycra thrown in with the denim, that they can stretch a good two to three pants sizes before you realize that your former skinny jeans have given you such a big muffin top that you could be a product model for a box of Hostess cupcakes.

While this is a good look for a muffin or cupcake, it is not a particularly good look for a person.

However, denial, as well all know, is not a river in Egypt, but rather a string of lies we tell ourselves to feel better about getting f-a-t. These include the ever-popular, “I’m not fat, I’m bloated,” “I have big bones,” and my personal favorite, “I have a slow metabolism.”

But denial only works when the people you deny it to corroborate the lie. This is not something your doctor is likely to do. So when I went to the doctor this week – something I have avoided for two years because I knew the evil little man was going to weigh me – I was not all that surprised when he told me I DO NOT have a slow metabolism. I DO NOT have big bones. And I AM NOT bloated. I am fat. And I didn’t get that way from having a baby. I got that way from eating too much.

I know. I was shocked too.

He gave me two choices. Either duct tape my mouth shut, or go on a diet.

First I tried the duct tape.

Did you know you can actually get quite a bit of chocolate in around the edges of the duct tape?

Realizing that plan wasn’t going to work, I set off for the nearest Jenny Craig.

At Jenny Craig I got weighed for the second time that day. Shockingly, it was the same number that came up at the doctor’s office which made me realize just how many faulty scales there are in the world that need to be recalibrated.
Jenny herself, wasn’t actually there. But one of her elfs assured me that if I stuck to the plan I could reach my weight loss goals.

I told her my weight loss goals were to look like a Victoria’s Secret model.

She said this was Jenny Craig, not Fantasy Island.

So I lowered my expectations, bought a lot of her food and came home.

Now it is week two of my Jenny Craig diet. I will check in here from time to time so all of my fellow mommy friends can root me on and convince me to stay the course when bags of Doritos jump out of the pantry, block my path, and demand that I eat them.

… which happens often around here on Fantasy Island.

©2012, Beckerman. All rights reserved.

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A new trend for kids to express themselves?

Monday, December 19th, 2011

This is a pretty popular new format for kids to express themselves. Holding up cards instead of talking.

It makes me wonder where their parents are. In my opinion YouTube is even more of a caution than facebook is and parents should be watching what their kids post. The feedback on Youtube is more anonymous and more vicious than on FB. Of course, many parents have no idea that their kids are posting these videos.

The big thing here is that we are not really giving our kids reasonable solutions. For some reason we have forgotten about natural consequences. When a kid gets bullied at school it tears on their self esteem. We tell them to ignore the bully OR that the bully is probably just getting bullied at home so our kid should just ignore the bully. But that doesn’t really help our kids because no matter if you believe what the bully is saying or not, the bullying still rips a little bit away from your soul and it needs to be filled with more than just platitudes from parents.

A kid won’t feel better about themselves just by getting good grades in school (they will probably just get teased even more for those grades). Our kids – just like adults – find a sense of self worth from the achievement of some goal. We need to be giving our kids meaningful challenges for themselves. My daughter set a goal of reading 50 books last year. Which she did. This last January 1 she declared 2010 the year of the side pony tail. Ok not a goal that will get us any closer to world peace but it is December 6th and she has worn her hair in a side pony tail every day this last year. My son decided he was going to be a vegetarian when he was 11. He’s 13 now and has stayed true to his vegetarian lifestyle. It is important for us, as parents, every day to help remind our kids that it is not words but deeds that build character and that our kids are uniquely awesome.

This year my kids have returned to our small town school system. Alex (8th grade) was bullied relentlessly at the beginning of the year. We are still dealing with that but it has been a little bit miserable. The Principal of the school laughed at him when he tried to ask a question about the school handbook ” Alex you take things too literally “. I have been asked to stay away from the school and that if I am interested in helping with any bullying issues I should perhaps go talk to the people at the High School. Alex is getting good grades and the bullies aren’t ganging up on him so much since he slugged one of them and took a day of in school suspension. So, needless to say the videos like the one above of this 8th grade kid in your email is near and dear to my heart. I do check out my kids bodies – cutting is a ridiculous new fad – and I do go through what they are posting on YouTube with them.

Last month Alex was asked to write an essay for school using the keyword “Change” – it’s not pulitzer work but it is very interesting to me because it seems like it is something that is going on for alot of kids and it tells me that the schools can do alot. The school Alex went to in 5th grade had a student handbook that they used and followed. Teachers expected respect from the students but they also gave the students respect. If there were any issues to deal with they would follow the guidelines in the student handbook and it was very calm. Alex did say that one day a kid was escorted out of school with his hands zip tied behind his back but other than that it was a very safe and encouraging learning environment.

YouTube makes for a whole new set of rules for kids these days. And its not easy because the parents don’t even know the rules.

Here is Alex’s essay:

Change is money. It can be given to people, or, it can be taken from people. Some need it more than others. Many things have changed for me from my past until now.

I experienced change when I lived in Baltimore. I was in fifth grade at the time. I loved going to school there. My teachers and classmates were nice, the school system was great, and I learned a lot from my classes. I also learned about the people. I was the only white kid in my class. I think living there gave me an open mind about people, no matter what colour their skin is.

Another change in my life was the time I started in sixth grade at Middle School. I was bullied at the time. Other students would make fun of my name or call me gay. The teachers weren’t much help when I told them about the bullies. It got so bad that I would only come to school for the first few periods, then I would homeschool for the rest of the day. My time spent in sixth grade changed me. I don’t trust everybody to be nice. I’m more cautious.

Finally, I changed when I went to the Middle East. I was there for part of sixth and seventh grade. The school there was strict and the school work was hard. For a long time I struggled. I didn’t understand a lot of what we were doing. The experience changed me. I now know that I have to work harder.

Change is money. Or it could be a new way at looking at people. Maybe it’s how to handle a bully. It could be how you look at yourself.

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Why Our Kids Need to Slow Down and Have Some Pizza by Karen Amster Young

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

Article first published as Why Our Kids Need to Slow Down and Have Some Pizza on Technorati.

The object of teaching a child is to enable him to get along without his teacher.” – Elbert Hubbard, American writer, publisher and artist

Earlier this year I took a yoga class for the first time in many years and I wrote about it on my blog, the52weeks.com. I loved the class. I loved how it made me feel and I loved how it calmed my spirit despite my busy mind and anxious personality. Initial resistance aside, I was determined to go and embrace it for many reasons.  I had long been aware that “everyone else” was in the know and I felt extremely left out!

Simultaneously, I found myself looking more intently at the 5th grade world my fast-paced, super-tech-savvy, 10-year-old daughter inhabited and I found myself worrying (more than usual).  Our kids are just going too fast — and not just 4th and 5th graders.  Lately, more than ever before, I have been noticing really young kids constantly looking down at some sort of hand-held device playing games, texting, whatever. My daughter, within the last month, has come home from school and been on Skype with friends. On weekends I often find her  playing Nintendo Wii or e-mailing with sleep-away camp friends a bit too often.  What was this doing to her brain? Was it really teaching her the skills she needed?

I love all the new technology but I worried about what my daughter was missing as she grows up in this non-stop, technology-driven world. Would she ever know the thrill of unexpectedly seeing the cute boy she has a crush on on campus or would her friends alert her first via text message? Would she ever truly learn what it means to engage in rewarding, face-to-face communication at work, in stores or on line at the bank or would she be looking down at her phone, stressed out and busy – not even knowing how to stop if she wanted to? Would she, like me, find herself one day searching for solutions in yoga, meditation or spirituality in order to slow down?

We are producing strung-out kids; we are creating a world for them that is too busy. Kids are over-scheduled and the fact is they don’t know how to regulate their speed and their bodies for maximum success. I was in my mid-40’s before I embraced yoga. Why should our future CEO’s, politicians and athletes wait so long?

I recently read a report in Parade magazine by journalist Emily Listfield. The article, “Generation Wired” explored our hyper-connected world and the impact it is having on our kids. According to Listfield, younger kids spend 10 hours a week playing video games and the amount of time all kids spend on-line has tripled in the past 10 years. Scary. So I decided to do a little research and find out what was going on out there; what preventative measures were our schools taking to provide kids with the skills and tools to pace themselves in our increasingly busy world?

First I spoke to Helene Lupion, a pre-K teacher with the New York City public school system for almost 30 years. She chuckled — almost laughed when I asked what teachers do for pre-school age kids to help them regulate their feelings and learn how to relax, slow down. “There really is no formal curriculum that we follow to teach kids how to slow down or learn skills to pace themselves,” she said. “I do certain things in the classroom myself but it’s not a priority for schools unfortunately.”  I guess I wasn’t too surprised. Continuous budget cuts and lack of resources made it difficult to bring in experts or spend time teaching faculty how to bring these exercises to the classroom.

Then I spoke with Leah Kalish, whose company, Move with Me – Action Adventures was solely committed to producing yoga DVD’s for kids.  She talked to me about how important it was for kids today, beginning in pre-school to learn how to “self-regulate.” I didn’t love the word but I totally understood what she meant. We all have read how important exercise is for mental and physical health. When I was growing up there was dodge ball, Red Rover and maybe basketball. Move with Me offers schools, parents and others DVD’s to help kids play more, exercise, be engaged and stress less. “Kids have a huge shift when they experience our products,” Leah explained. “They reconnect with their strengths, learn how to build self-awareness and learn skills to make good, healthy choices.”
The Parade article did go on to say that technology does promote healthy habits such a sense of connectedness to the greater world and to causes. However, it also says that it also creates a fall sense of security and makes kids feel like they are never alone, therefore they don’t learn how to be lonely.

I decided to try out a DVD called Pizza Party. My daughter Alison is too old for it but I figured she would be a great teacher. I reached out to my dear friend Tammy who has an adorable daughter, Rebecca, in pre-school. “I am not sure she will do it but we can try,” Tammy said, probably “re-preparing” me for the short attention span of a typical 3 year old. “No problem,” I responded. “I just want to see how she likes it. I think she will have fun. I’ll bring Alison to help her.” We set a time, chatted a bit and then put the DVD in. Rebecca was a little hesitant at first but within minutes was pretty engrossed in the moves and the bubbly instructor. There were engaging songs and she followed easily, especially enjoying the story and the creative names used to describe positions and movements. After a few minutes we stopped “bothering” Rebecca and I caught up with Tammy quietly. My daughter alternatively helped and acted “too cool” for the whole thing. I think once we “left Rebecca alone” she embraced it even more..
My final conclusion? I think it is critical that we make our kids put down their Wii remotes and Smartphones once in a while. Yoga and creative movement really has to start early. Kids as young as 3 need to take time during the day to get in touch with their bodies and learn how to de-stress. I may have grown up in a pre-tech world but I still wish there was a little less dodge ball and Red Rover in PE when I was growing up. Maybe, if Pizza Party was around when I was in pre-school I wouldn’t be chasing my tail running to yoga, meditation and on a never-ending journey for quiet and calm. I am sending some DVD’s to the pre-school teacher I spoke to. I also think I am going to hang out with Rebecca a bit more, join her for Pizza Party and then order a large pie for dinner. There is no question in our minds we need to start young and learn how to relax. In fact, we need to relax about everything a bit more – even carbs. Now where is that pizza delivery menu?
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Don’t Let the (Free) Turkeys Get You Down

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011

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“Congratulations!” boomed the checkout girl in the supermarket aisle as she handed me my receipt. “You qualify for a free turkey!”

I looked down at the piece of paper and saw that I had spent enough at the market in the past two months to earn myself a free Thanksgiving turkey. Truthfully, with the amount I spent, I should have gotten a cow, a goat and a whole coop of chickens for free.

“Go get your turkey!” she said gleefully. I looked at the long line of impatient customers behind me.

“Nah, that’s OK,” I said. “I’ll get it next time.”

“You have to get it today,” she insisted. “It expires tomorrow!”

“No, really, it’s OK,” I said looking nervously behind me. “I’m not making Thanksgiving this year.” She stared me down. “And, um, I’m, uh, a vegetarian!” I stammered.

“Get your turkey!” she bellowed.

I felt like I was in some kind of weird Thanksgiving game show. “Tracy Beckerman, you have one day to claim your free turkey! Get it now or be forced to have a tofu turkey for thanksgiving. Deal or no deal?”

The checkout girl stood with her hands on her hips waiting for me to go fetch my frozen bird. Since I hadn’t paid yet, I had no choice but to obey.

As I made my way down the line, I apologized to the angry throngs. “I’m really sorry, I have to get my free turkey,” I said meekly as they glared at me. “It’s my last day to get it or I’ll get picked up by the poultry police.”

I ran back down the meat aisle, but when I got to the frozen turkey bin, it was empty. The place was utterly turkey-less. There were chickens and ducks and even a quail, but nary a turkey breast or drumstick to be found. The turkeys all flew the coop.

I looked around for some help, but the place was deserted. There weren’t even any other customers around… probably because they were all on the checkout line behind me waiting for me to come back with my stupid free turkey.

By the time I got back to the checkout, the line had doubled in size. There was only one other checkout line open, which would have been perfectly adequate if there wasn’t some idiot doing laps around the supermarket looking for a nonexistent turkey.

“There are no more turkeys,” I told the checkout girl when I returned to the counter. “Can I just get a couple of chickens instead?”

“Has to be a turkey,” she said, examining her fingernails. I could sense the rage building in the line behind me. I knew any moment I was going to be trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey myself and then tarred and feathered.

“Can you call someone to find one for me, please,” I said desperately. “Maybe they have one in the back or something?”

She suddenly realized there was an angry mob without turkeys but with lots of other groceries waiting to check out, so she picked up the housephone. “Turkey in checkout 2. Turkey in checkout 2, please,” she announced. I rolled my eyes.

The man in line behind me smiled.

“Yes,” he said. “There certainly is.”

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One place to manage bills, accounts and statements.

Wednesday, November 16th, 2011


Remember a few years ago when you signed up for a frequent flyer account? You remember that number, right? Oh, and raise your hand if you’ve ever got charged a late fee for forgetting a credit card payment. How about having an online deal expire before you had the chance to take your belly dancing lessons? Who can keep track of all that stuff?

Manilla, that’s who.This awesome site and mobile app will keep track of all your utilities, credit card balances, frequent flyer numbers and even what’s next in your Netflix queue. Not only will it store all that information, and guard it with its life, it will even send you reminders so that you’ll never miss another bill payment again.

And, it’s so clever it can even allow you to make those payments right then and there.So now all you have to do is sit back and feel like the Goddess of Organization. Check out this week’s Twirl and see what left Carley in the dark about managing her busy life.

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WELCOME JAMIE EASON to our Balancing Act Blogging Community

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

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At just 5’2”, the last thing Jamie Eason imagined for her future was to become a model.  Yet, for the past several years, she has done just that.  With more than 50 major magazine covers to her credit, Jamie has used her platform as both a writer and a model to help educate and inspire others to adopt a fit lifestyle.

As a former NFL cheerleader for the Houston Texans in 2001, Jamie’s dance career was side-lined when she found a suspicious lump in her breast. The return to an inactive lifestyle as a corporate trainer took a toll on Jamie, both mentally and physically.  Nearly five years after her initial lumpectomy, suspicious cells returned and Jamie decided to take control of her health.  After hiring a personal trainer and nutritionist, she began her journey to a healthy lifestyle and ultimately to a new career.

Today, Jamie Eason is one of the most recognized faces in the fitness industry.  She holds several fitness titles, most notably Hardbody Entertainment’s World’s Fittest Model, and has been featured as a writer and a model in hundreds of magazine layouts.  Jamie has a bachelor’s degree in communication, is the official female spokesperson for Bodybuilding.com and has been syndicated in Oxygen Women’s Fitness magazine with her column called “Seize the Day!”  In her spare time, Jamie enjoys activities with her church and traveling to foreign countries.

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Escaping to Mexico…Sort of!

Monday, September 12th, 2011

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Note: This post was written before Hurricane Irene was approaching.  I hope everyone is safe and sound and enjoys the last week of August now that Irene has passed…

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila…More! –  adapted from George Carlin

The Hamptons is a popular summer destination for many New Yorkers.   There are beautiful sunsets, great restaurants, perfect beaches, adorable shops, sizzling cocktail parties and much more.  It sounds wonderful right?

But this writer finds herself very restless around mid-August every summer.  This feeling usually coincides with my gray roots popping out on my head and seemingly no time to get them fixed. Guests are coming and going and my 10-year old daughter is in day camp for the month so I can’t really leave unless I want to abandon her – ha.  Despite the beautiful locale, I want to escape to an exotic destination. I want to stop worrying about the lawn, my barking dog and filling up the gas tank. Other women thrive and love it here in August; I find myself fantasizing about room service, some culture and a great margarita on a beach that doesn’t require a permit for admittance. This is usually the time I also try to accept the fact that my ambitious, summer plans for self-improvement (carefully written on paper in June) are fading fast from my brain as I count the days until school starts and I get my life back. Is someone reading this and relating at all?   Are my gray roots the only “frenemy” I have at the moment?

But then my blog partner, Pam, came to visit me for a few days. Pam to the rescue: she arrived while I was “alone” during the week desperately seeking adult company in the evening. There is nothing like a best friend and she showed up  just in the nick of time. Hergirls were in sleep away camp and we had a pretty appealing mission:  taste-test a new Cuervo product that was sent to us from The Balancing Act, the national morning show that airs on Lifetime Televisioneach morning.  Our assignment? Drink it, report back and write about  Cuervo’s “Zero Calorie” Margarita Mix. We wondered how it would stack up againstBethenny Frankel’s popular SkinnyGirl Margarita – one we had both tried previously. According to Cuervo,Zero tasted great and had no calories.  They graciously sent us a bottle of Cuervo Tequila Goldand Zero Margarita Mix and wanted us to test drive this new product targeted to female consumers. We were game. In fact, we embraced it as an opportunity to do something new for our blog, the52weeks.com.  Our blog was all about doing something new, different or something we were previously afraid to do each week for 52 weeks.  We had both done a few new things here and there this summer but have yet to write about them. Perhaps the Tequila would get us writing again!

“We can’t just drink Tequila for one of “our” 52 weeks,” I said passionately, feeling like it would be totally disingenuous and a cop-out. “We started this blog to really tackle our own to-do lists,” I added.  “I know,” said Pam.  “But we can have fun and spend time together.  I thought about it. She was right.  Didn’t we start this blog to also just do fun things together?  The Balancing Actinvited us to do this  for them so why not?

To be honest, I was not in a margarita “mood” as the designated night approached.  My daughter was around and I knew that this was going to be a far cry from my Tequila-infused college nights.  To go beyond just drinking for this week, we decided to make an authentic Mexican dish to add to the experience. Pam diligently researched Mexican recipes on the computer while I wallowed in another room trying to figure out what was bothering me beyond gray roots.  She uncovered an authentic steak taco recipe and a new recipe for guacamole.  She even ventured out without me to get the ingredients (perhaps sensing my mood and taking the bull by the horns?).  Coincidentally, I had purchased the Margaritaville a few months ago – an amazing high-tech blender.  Despite its name it can be used for any frozen drink.  I still had not learned how to use it but the reviews from family and friends were favorable.  Believe it or not my daughter was an expert since she had watched Daddy use it numerous times since May.

While Pam chopped and measured, my daughter made a frozen margarita for both of us (nothing like keeping your kids busy to minimize their complaining).  Pam and I enjoyed the frozen version and the straight-up version and agreed we liked it better than SkinnyGirl but we weren’t sure why at first:  was it the calories and sugar we missed? Did our palettes simply get used toCuervo’s Classic Lime Margarita Mix from our younger years? In the end we agreed that customizing our margarita was what we liked best about Cuervo’s new “Zero” Mix; Bethenny’s stuff is pre-mixed so you can’t customize your margarita!  Soon, we were rushing to serve authentic steak tacos, chips and homemade guacamole so that the minor in the house didn’t starve (the authentic Mexican dishes took longer than my usual boring kid-friendly meals). Okay, so it wasn’t the ideal setting to recapture our wild, college Tequila nights but most importantly we spent time together, ate pretty good food and had a 10-year old bartender taking care of us.  Not bad.

I decided to take the Mexican thing further; so a few days later I stopped in a top garden center to see what I could find out about Mexican plants and flowers (hey, learning something new is also what our blog is all about). I went to Silas Marder – a top-notch garden and gallery center in the Hamptons that I have never been to despite my years out here. I talked to some experts who told me about Mexican plants and flowers and discovered the Mexican Heather plant which requires very little maintenance.

Finally, just to top off the “escape to Mexico” experience I brushed up on a few useful Spanish phrases (it unfortunately brought back memories of my strange high school Spanish teacher).  Now, though, I was armed with important phrases if Pam and I ever have time to jet off to Mexico for an adult vacation without a care in the world.  Remember the great movie The Shawshank Redemption?  Andy, the main character, confides in his best friend Red that he wants to go toZihuatanejo, “A little place on the Pacific, because they say the Pacific has no memory”.   Years ago, when I was young and needed little sleep I used to drink Tequila and have little memory of the night before upon awakening.  I am happy to report that with age comes wisdom: I am glad I remembered everything about the night before. College years are fun to remember but not actually relive (I am not sure my body could handle it anyway). There’s something about drinking Tequila the right way, with the right food and the right company (including my daughter) that makes getting older so wonderfully sweet – even with artificial sweetener.  Thanks Cuervo.

Oh, and don’t forget the ice! Or as they say in Mexico and the Hamptons, “No olvide el hielo!”

For more information on “The 52 Weeks,”  Karen Amster Young or Pam Goodwin – visit http://the52weeks.com/

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