“Location, Location, Location”

“Gamma, look at Max doing,” his little brother, 4, tried tattling on my other extremely agile nephew as he scaled the doorway. Before that li’l episode unfolded . . .

“Ahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!” the third grade boy guffawed hysterically.

And I couldn’t blame him. The scenario was quite comical. You see, following a ping pong ball knocking on its table in our basement, the small orange ball had unexpectedly bounced right smack dab in the middle of my naked noggin before heading straight down to the hard floor below.

Earlier in our back & forth volleying, another event occurred. The child of just 8 is obviously already acutely aware of the place of origin of a countless number of our nation’s products.

Evidently I, also, at the time, shared an origin with said items. Giggling while doing so, my nephew carefully placed the tiny round gold sticker with black lettering that he’d peeled from the ping pong paddle onto my slippered left foot.

“You were made in China.”

The End

By Aunt Amy


But don’t leave without listening to my musically talented 8-year-old nephew, too!




7 Things I Can & 6 Things I Can’t LIVE WITHOUT

IMPERATIVE DISCLAIMER: All thoughts & ideas presented in this post only belong to that of the writer herself, who fully understands that every individual thinks & believes differently so More Power to Ya! 



¥ 1. Ubiquitous Weakness so severe that after arriving as my latest immeasurable side effect, plagues my appendages & head so intensely that I find it colossally challenging to just rise in the morning to start each day

¥ 2. Mandatory Doctor Check-ups for the sole purpose to say you feel fine – waste of time? I think soooo!!! 

¥ 3. White chocolate – anything but that! 

¥ 4. Hitting your bare scalp on something hard like wooden surfaces in your house at FULL FORCE because you misjudged how close it is 

¥ 5. Moms on social media complaining about their children; don’t they realize child-rearing, albeit very admirable, rewarding & a priceless blessing, is often unbelievably difficult work & therefore expect constant obstacles to occur? (Motherhood is a forever life-changing challenge I cannot face or fathom; besides cancer causing me so much damage including a majorly decreased energy level, raising children is a gargantuan responsibility I choose not to seek.) 

¥ 6. Baby or wedding showers (excluding my friends Kelly & Katie who each had wedding showers fairly recently – their wedding showers were pleasant & an appropriate time length) where you have to sit there FOR THE LONGEST TIME while every single present is unwrapped & pretend like you actually care about new toasters & baby blankets

¥ 7. Kids promoting car dealerships or adult dating sites in television commercials that make them sound like they’re talking, or even worse, singing, in hugely obnoxious squeaky voices – whoever thought that idea would come off as cute on camera was SADLY MISTAKEN


♥ 1. Contented Solitude 

 2. Learning from, besides being entertained by, Books

 3. Ice water

 4. Meaningful Friendships where ALL TOPICS – including other relationship experiences, joys, goals, stresses, faith, future hopes – are on the table

♥ 5. Napkins

♥ 6. My Retainer to maintain a lifetime of straight pearly whites


“Miss Morph”

book 10-11-17

“So he’s in his meeting clothes,” the boy responded matter-of-factly upon me telling him that Grandpa was working, knowing without a doubt in his mind it must be true. For right after I entered his house yesterday behind my Mom, he wanted to know where his Grandpa was. Aunt & Grandma were accounted for.

“He’s in his home office.”

“All Dads go to work.”

“”I know, but some Dads work from their house in their office,” I explained to my curious 4-year-old nephew. “And he’s in his around the house clothes – he goes out to work too & wears meeting clothes (side note: “meeting clothes” is the little guy’s term for business attire).” 

Two of his other siblings were conversing upstairs at a different time. 

“I’ll make your bed for a week,” my third grade nephew offered his younger sister in his efforts to show her kindness.

“You don’t need to do that!” replied his considerate & loving sister. 

I was over to help my 1st grade niece advance her reading skills. I opened my mouth to speak but was halted straightaway by my dry raspy throat. Instruction promptly burst forth from the young girl, 27 years my junior, to oust my quandary.


So I did. And in an instant my rumbly throat was cleared.  

Suddenly – SHAZAM! – I couldn’t help but feel, especially upon hearing her encouraging job-well-done tone that followed, that the tables had turned & now

I was the child & my 6-year-niece had in fact (momentarily) morphed into the adult role:

“There you go!”

The End

By Aunt Amy

















“Dunkin’ Grown-ups”

So earlier today while playing, my nephew, 4, & I discussed big kids & little kids.

What does he think of me as? I wondered. So I asked him, curious to hear his reply. (To my young – around his age – nieces & nephews, in their limited life experiences, all they know is that a child, not an adult, lives with their parents. Therefore in their innocent eyes, I am a kid since my Mom, Dad & I share an address.) . . . Although it looks like maybe they’re comin’ around to see me differently.

“What am I?”

It’s funny how kids hear things that sound like something they already know of so that becomes their reality. 

“You’re a donut.” 

♦♦♦ Lost In Translation is Alive & Well: Thanks to the translation from his older sister, I now know that in saying “donut” the little boy actually meant similar-sounding “grown-up.” ♦♦♦

The End

By Aunt Amy