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My Son
“While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.” –Angela Schwindt

Aidan
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Aidan came to bless my life on December 30, 2002. He is my sunshine. It’s fascinating to watch him develop and grow. He’s really funny, snarky, and silly. He’s creative, very smart, and can do spot-on imitations of many people and characters. He’s also cuddly and sweet, free-spirited, and fiery. In short, Aidan is AWESOME.

My Husband
“A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.” – Andre Maurois

Adam
The Groom, Before the Ceremony

Adam’s funny, quirky, full of the strangest facts, and a real smart aleck. He’s a critically acclaimed author of several books, a Chicago historian, a tour guide and ghost hunter for Chicago Hauntings, and he’s the proprietor of the Smart Aleck’s Guides – Study Guides for Kids, an ebook company designed to make learning more fun. You can read all about Adam here, and read all of his research about Chicago history here.
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My Family
“The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.” –Erma Bombeck

Aidan's Here! Mommy at the Grand Canyon Sunday at the Lincoln Park Zoo Aidan, Cas, Ronni A Real Modern Family! Fun at Millennium Park! Family Pictures Lola and Aidan
In the Animal Kingdom Cousins Eli, Me, Melissa Ronni & Adam Mommy & Aidan Three Generations On the Magical Express Three Generations

Greggy & Mommy
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This is my mommy, Lenora, and my stepfather Greg. I really don’ know what to say about Mommy. I love her very much! And she is thrilled to be a grandmother to Aidan.
She is spoiled ROTTEN, and loves collecting dolls, crystal, and clowns. She lives in Twinsburg, Ohio, which isn’t too far from Cleveland.
Greg passed away April 30, 3015. He loved to play poker and birdwatch in his spare time. He wa great at picking out gifts and he was very funny and mischievous. He is very missed.

Madia

My wonderful grandmother, Madia (her real name was Bessie…Madia is our version of “Ma’Dear” which is a shortened version of “Mother Dear”) was a wonderful, strong woman. She bore eleven children, lived longer than two of them, and my God, wasn’t she beautiful?
I sometimes sit and think about her and can’t really believe she is no longer of this earth. She visits me in my dreams frequently and those are the times that I have the best days. My grandmother went to a better world in August of 1996, and even though I was prepared for her death, I think that I’m less strong now than I was back then. I’m often surprised at how much I miss her, but I know that she is watching over me.

Leah
My Weird Sister Leah
Say “hi” to my sister Leah. Believe it or not, she’s two years younger than I am!
Leah can drive a hard bargain. You will know right away if she likes you or not, but if she likes you, you’ll have a great time with her. She thinks of the best phone pranks, skits, and characters. Her imagination is off the chain. She also loves to eat. And man, can she eat!

Rich & Sharon
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Rich and Sharon are Adam’s parents, and my in-laws. They are awesome. They’re the type of people who will drive 16 hours to attend a 10 minute wedding ceremony, the type of people who will sing along to the RENT movie with me, and they both enveloped me in bear hugs the second they met me. They’re very warm and welcoming and loving, traits their son definitely inherited.

Cassidy & Lola
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Cassidy and I were friends from the beginning of my and Adam’s relationship. We’d been calling each other “sis” long before the thought of marriage even entered Adam’s mind. Cassidy gave me all the lowdown on Adam’s ex girlfriends, told me stories of Adam as a little boy, and used to spend hours IMing with me about any random thing. Now, she’s a cool girl I get to hang out with and actually call my sister, and little Lola is the cutest thing ever! :)

Melissa & Eli
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Thanksgiving 2007, I got to meet Adam’s brother Eli and his wife Melissa. I was nervous about meeting Eli–he and Adam are pretty close and I really wanted Eli to like me. Well, I had nothing to worry about. Eli is just as warm as his parents, and Melissa is simply awesome. They live in L.A., where they get to go to Disneyland as much as they could want. This is good for Eli, as he’s a Disney geek and knows all sorts of things about the park and the history.

Grandma Bel
Grandma Bel
Grandma Bel. Where can I even begin? She’s just incredible. That warmth I keep talking about? It definitely is a huge part of the family. She goes out of her way to make special dishes for me (I LOVE her baked beans and her spinach casserole), and she picks perfect Christmas gifts. Grandma Bel seems to know me better than I know myself.

Matt & Chris
Chris & Matt
Chris is Aidan’s dad, and Matt is Aidan’s step-dad. They live in Columbus, Ohio, and Aidan stays with them during the school year. They like horror movies, True Blood, and all sorts of other scary things. Chris and I get along really well, which is good for Aidan and for the both of us. I love that we are all friends.

My Friends
A friend is someone who knows all about you…and likes you anyway.

Wedding Girls Amy & Me Deborah Hanging with J and Rho Me and Krista Me & Jen Two Cute Girls Horseback Riding!
Ivy and Me Deborah and Me Dave Takes a Pic Jeff Me & Rosa Amy and Me! Wanda & Me Angelo & Me

They say that friends are the family you choose. Some people come into your life for a pre-destined amount of time, then they leave because they’ve served their purpose. There are those I consider my friends, even though we don’t speak or hang out as much as I’d like. Still, I know that the next time when do talk, we’ll just fall back into our old relationship as if no time has passed at all. I’ve had a lot of friends over the years, but these three have been with me consistently for a long, long time. I can’t imagine life without any of them.

Jen
The Birthday Girl
Jen and I met through mutual friends because of New Kids On The Block and our mutual crushes on that blue eyed cutie Joe(y) McIntyre. Now, nearly twenty years later, she is still one of my closest friends. What was weird is that we both lived in Cleveland all our lives, yet, we didn’t hang out regularly until we both got to college. What else is weird is that she was two rows behind me at the November 25, 1989 New Kids On The Block concert yelling “I LOVE YOU JOE!” about a month or so before we became phone/pen pals. She comes up with great quotes, such as “I’m so good looking I offend people” or the wonderful “Oh, for the love of mashed potatoes!” Speaking of mashed potatoes, Jen eats more than anyone I know. The girl can put it away, but she works for it, doing insane workout programs like P90X and enjoying it. She *loves* dresses, and has pretty, pretty hair. Doesn’t she look great? Of course she does. Are you offended yet?

iVY
Pretty Ivy
One summer day in 1998, I opened AOL to check my email. There was a message from someone new and the subject was “I saw your Web page!” Of course, I had to check out who it was, and it turned out to be a wonderful human being with a great heart, good advice, and tremendous talent. Ivy is a sweet pagan who loves DDR, writing, and drawing. She’s an activist, an aspiring Newbury Award winner, and my favorite little elf/faerie friend. She is also the author of The Invisible Orientation: An Introduction to Asexuality. Ivy is one of my best friends, and having the opportunity to meet her in March of 1999, and having her spend the week with me in September of 2004, and having her in my wedding were great experiences. Visit her site to learn more about her.

Andy
Andy
Andy used to hang me upside down in Physics class while a pleased Mr. Felon looked on. (We went to an *interesting* school.) Thank God he never hung me out of the window! Ever since then, he has looked out for me and pulled me out of crazy messes that I can’t even describe. He is intensely loyal and extremely caring. No one could ask for a better friend.

My Kitty Cats
Things Crazy Cat People Do #365: You made up a voice for your cat

Fi
Fi
Fi is my oldest kitty. He’s a sleek, black beauty with green eyes and a black nose. I got Fi in 1999 when he was four months old. He sits beside me while I peck away on this here computer, and I will just reach over and rub his little head so I can hear him purr. He’s a very good cat. The voice I gave him is spoken in a dignified English accent.

Crookshanks
Crookshanks
I inherited Crookshanks when I moved in with Adam in 2008. Crookshanks loves everyone, and he’s never met a stranger whose lap wasn’t fair game. He has quite a yowl on him. He’s extremely cuddly and friendly, and he “speaks” with a New Orleans flavor.

Helena
Beautiful Helena
Helena came to live with me in 2008. I adopted her from Paws Chicago, a no-kill animal shelter. It was rough going with her at first. She’d come from a hoarder situation, and she was very untrustworthy. It took about 18 months to get her to mellow out and stop peeing on everything (and she still falls into old habits from time to time), but now she’s super sweet. She used to ve a shy one, tending to hide when strangers first come around, but now she has no qualms about marching up to someone and demanding a rub. Helena is rare because only one in four orange cats are female. She and Crookshanks often battle it out for the alpha position in the house, especially when it comes to the cat bed. Her voice is high and sweet.

Lucy, my angel kitty
Baby Lucy
My little Lucy was a teeny tiny little thing when I first got her, and she was always on my lap or climbing on my shoulder. She used to hop on the toilet and watch me get ready every morning, and she loved to lick the cheese off of Doritos and Cheetos. Poor little Lucy got very sick and passed away shortly after I moved to Chicago in 2008. I’m still not quite over the death of my squeaky voiced cuddly little kitty. I miss her. RIP, my sweet little kitty. You’re loved forever.