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September 30, 2007

Boiling Mad

Yes, I know, I know - another sad story about child care gone horribly wrong.

But again, there is a purpose to this - other than me being able to vomit my feelings about this kind of abuse out via keystroke.

My hope is that every person who reads these stories takes time to re-evaluate their own childcare situation, perhaps think twice about behaviors you have seen that you may have otherwise written off as qwirky or slightly "off", and above all - be moved to action should you witness or hear of actions towards a child that should never be taking place.

Childcare is a necessity for millions of families in this country.  It just is.  Economic factors, for so many people, make it simply impossible to follow their emotional desire to raise a family, and stay home every day to do it. 

Money is a key component to the whole child rearing equation - shelter, food, security, clothing - it all comes with a cost.

We have been lucky in that I have been a stay-at-home Mom since our first child was born. 

I did try to go back to work three months after she was born.  I was going to do it all, be it all, wife, mother, professional, and juggle it all with aplomb.

That lasted all of one day. 

I realized, in that one day away from her, that everything I knew about myself had changed when she was born.  I wanted to be with her all the time.  I wanted to be hands-on in raising her.  I gave my notice the second day back.

It wasn't an easy decision.  We lived in Hawaii at the time - one of the most expensive U.S. locales in which to reside.  But we cut corners, we adapted, and then we had a hurricane come along which moved us back to the mainland - tremendously helping us in the whole make-do-on-one-income thing.

Since that decision to stay home, we have been lucky in Rudy's economic drive upward in his profession, and my income from a job which allows me to stay at home, cater to the schedule of our daughters, and still do something I love.

That being said, I know not everyone can make our choice.  It is, now more than ever, a luxurious one to make.  And we never take for granted our circumstances. 

In the same vein, we would never look down on anyone who must avail themselves of daycare.  I can only imagine how difficult the process is to find someone, some facility in which to place your trust.  And I know how hard it is to leave your child there and walk away - again, I only lasted one day.

That being said, I cannot stress enough how much thought, energy, research, and time MUST BE INVESTED in deciding on a provider.  Questions which must be asked, referrals which engender your trust in a person or facility, drop-in touring of the place the care is provided, checking licenses, evaluations, even the local BBB. 

Any child, every child, is worth the investment.  Even if it is a babysitting, one-time, or intermittent situation.

And this is why...

Tampa, Florida - this past Wednesday - a babysitter/child care provider, 20 year old Maggie Nicole Williams, was arrested for methodically boiling water, dumping it into a pail, and dunking an 18 month old boy's feet into it, resulting in 2nd degree burns. 

Maggie's mother, who says she has "watched children all her life", claims it was an accident.  That it happened during a bath.  Uh-huh.  A bath in a metal pail of boiling water?

The second-degree burns, however, resembled what child abuse experts refer to as "stocking glove" burns - injuries found when both limbs are immersed in burning water against a child's will.

When investigators confronted Maggie and her mother with the ER report, they changed their story and Maggie confessed to purposefully dunking the child.

The baby remains in the hopsital, and Maggie remains in jail with her bail set at $25,000.

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Again, I understand how difficult it is for many people to find affordable childcare, how income vs cost plays a huge factor in the type of facility one can afford.  But even the most affluent of freestanding facility can have problems, abuses - just as the most humble of licensed in-home providers can be found to provide the most loving of care.  You have to do your homework.

I know we live in a more is more society.  People are constantly chasing bigger cars, McMansions, exotic vacations, and brass rings of all kinds.  And that two working parent families are more and more the norm.

But in the end, it won't matter if your child grew up in 10,000 square feet, driving around in a Hummer to soccer practice, and wearing the latest in Limited Too or Abercrombie tatooed on their backsides.

What will matter is the care they have received.  The love, the nurturing, the security.

If making do with less, in order to have one of you stay home with your child is at all possible, and you're not doing it?  Shame on you.

You're throwing away an opportunity a parent like this little boy's mother would die for.  Luckily, her little boy did not.

September 29, 2007

Thank You For Finding Me - The Press Conference

Now that "Madison" has been located, positively identified by authorities, and is deemed to be in a safe environment, I know we are all breathing a sigh of relief.

Not knowing the child did not lessen the sick "not knowing" feeling we have all jointly experienced this week since learning of her abuse via the now infamous videotape.

I stayed up last night to watch the press conference held by the authorities involved in the case.  To say they were happy is an understatement.  Make no mistake, their smiles and enthusiasm for locating the child were still tempered by the personal, first hand, we've-actually-viewed-the-video-and-will-be-heartsick-for-life reality of their mission, but it was one of the more upbeat police reports I have ever witnessed.

Officer Boruchowitz, the investigator who appeared on The Early Show this week to first publicize Madison's case, show her photos, and urge the public to help, all but beamed when speaking of getting the call that she had been located.

He is a baby faced, yet well spoken young man, and is to be commended for maintaining his professionalism, drive, and focus during what can only be described as a gut wrenching investigation.

While the details they could provide were minimal, as they always are in these type of delicate cases and early investigations which will hopefully lead to a successful apprehension and prosecution of the criminal, there were enough to make me stumble through a valley of questions as I tried to drift off to sleep last night.

The biggest being this:  According to police, the child is now 7, the abuse having occurred FOUR YEARS AGO.

Do the sickening math.

As a mother, I simply cannot understand any circumstances where my three year old could have been repeatedly raped, that I would not discover any signs of the abuse on her body.  A THREE YEAR OLD.   A three year old doesn't bathe herself.  A three year old likely doesn't potty by herself, or wipe by herself.

A three year old is very likely to say something like, "My pee pee hurts."

Authorities have stated that she shows very little emotion during the repeated rapes on the video, leading them to believe the experience was something she had been tortured with previously.

I desperately don't wish to find out that the parents of this child were aware of what was happening to her, but again, I cannot help but keep coming back to this question in my mind.

Another is, this man, Stiles, is described by authorities as a "several tiered friend" of the family - presumably as in acquaintance of an acquaintance of a relative.  What are the circumstances that she would ever have been left alone with someone like this?

Finally, I keep wondering where this piece of filth is hiding.

Surely, there cannot be anyone, upstanding citizen or criminal, who is willing to protect and harbor him.  (Yes, I know, I know - Linda, you are so naive...) His crimes are hideous, monstrous, deviant, reprehensible, horrific, and so odious that were he to be caught and placed in the general population of any prison, a life sentence would quickly be transformed to a brutal death sentence.

Even among hardened criminals, there is an honor code - and it does not allow for the abuse of children.

Per the authorities' request to the media, I will be removing the child's photo from the blog.  She has been found, they say she seems like any other happy 7 year old - which I pray is true.  I honestly don't remember anything from when I was three, so hopefully she will be gifted with that same distance as the years pass. 

Then again, the things I can't remember involve building castles in my sand box, chasing butterflies, and playing hide-n-seek with my siblings.

September 27, 2007

Do You Know Me? Please Help Me.

excerpted from Linda Sharp's widely read blog, Don't Get Me Started - PLEASE READ

My morning is typically spent wading through emails from readers with stories happening in their local areas, links to various news sources, light hearted fun stuff, etc.  And I love receiving all of them - so keep them coming.

While I can't write about all of them - there just aren't enough hours in the day - you people really do have a feel for what will strike a DGMS rant on this end.

I know I tend to bang the abused and neglected children drum quite frequently - and that the tone around here can take a decidely less-than-humorous turn - but it is because child abuse in any form is simply intolerable to me.  And ignoring it, or wishing it away, is just not a stance I will ever take.

Another reason I write about these cases is that I don't take for granted the reach of this blog.  It is read by thousands and thousands and thousands daily, from all over the world, and if one person can be affected postively, if one child can be spared further suffering by pulling stories into the spotlight, then I think it is a worthwhile endeavor.

That being said, I hope you will bear with me and not only read this piece, but watch the video.  A child's life is at stake...

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Out in the middle of the desert, about 60 miles west of Las Vegas, sits the town of Pahrump (no rum pum pum jokes, please).

Roughly five months ago, a man named Darren Tuck claims to have found a videotape out in the desert.  He surrendered it to police after another man reported he had viewed it and was moved to action by its contents.

On the tape?  A bedraggled little girl, no more than 4 or 5 years old, dressed in what looks like a leopard nightie.  Her eyes are vacant.  She looks truly like a little girl lost.

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And there is good reason for the lack of light in her eyes. 

As the tape moves on, a grown man is seen performing all manner of complete and total sex acts on the child.  According to Nye County sheriff's detective, David Boruchowitz, the tape, roughly 30+ minutes in length, clearly shows the adult man performing criminal sexual acts that he says include rape, "everything else, and then some."

Again, she is, at most 5 years old.

If your heart is not breaking at this point, if you are not overcome with the desire to castrate this piece of filth with a rusty kitchen knife, then you should stop reading because your heart is as vacant as her eyes.

Authorities are fairly certain the man who turned it in, Mr. Tuck, did not make the tape, and are certain he is not the man seen abusing the child.  However, he was arrested Sept. 19 on charges of promoting child pornography and possession of child pornography.

Police have taken the step of going public, not only with the story, but with portions of the video (nothing graphic) and still photos, in an effort to identify the child and the human sewage abusing her.

(The video does contain footage of an older girl, however, police have identified her and ensured she is safe and was not physically abused.  They have not been able to link the two children.)

Watch the video, it is The Early Show interview with Officer Boruchowitz, and contains the footage and photos of the child.  Invest the four minutes in this child's life and then pass this link around.  This will bring people directly to this story, regardless of it moving down the page on my blog: http://dontgetmestarted-lindasharp.typepad.com/dont_get_me_started_with_/2007/09/do-you-know-me-.html

The more eyes that view it, the more caring, compassionate, decent people who get involved, the more likely this baby can be found and receive the care, the therapy, the nurturing, and the love she so desperately will need to survive.

To reader Michele - thank you for sending me the information.  And I completely understand why you said you were crying as you typed to me.  My heart is aching and the dam in my eyes has already broken.

Anyone with any information should call the Nye County Sheriff's Office at 775-751-7000.

I cannot embed the video, but please CLICK HERE TO VIEW.  Thank you all.

September 24, 2007

Round Two for Farming Father, Kids, Mom Sense TKO—SOS to Supernanny

We are now officially into the season of autumn.  The time for football games, warm stews, spicy smelling candles, harvest, and of course, the new Fall edition of the MWLM has arrived!  The on-line edition looks great and our hard copy will soon be at our door step. 

This edition seemed so much smoother this time (at least, reading about it did, I’m not sure about the actual work horses that pulled it togetherJ).  I can’t wait to make my cup of tea and read it at my leisure, which in the past, might have taken until the next MWLM was published, however, things have changed a bit since the first issue in print came out. 

Right now, I am almost 31 weeks into my fifth pregnancy.  The last time I wrote in I had just completed 48 hours of total bedrest until my physician could figure out why labor was starting too early.  To refresh memories, I was completely invisible to my husband at this time, and appeared to the human eye only when my darling children thought he was being a bit too harsh. Honestly, I thought he was being a bit too “It’s this way because I said so and you are going to like it no matter what.”  Yet, usually I am the one in the house that sets the rules and makes sure everyone follows them, so this was a new hat for him to wear.  I didn’t want to undermine his authority because he really was trying.  However, the control freak that I am, of course, it was not the right way. 

Well, we got through the last two weeks without the help of Supernanny.  Now we just need to get through the next five weeks.  I have never noticed this with any of my previous babies, but these last few weeks have been really moody.  For me and my husband.  I know my excuse is hormones.  For my husband, I know it is harvest worries, for both the corn in the field and the baby in the belly, and my hormones.  Poor guy. 

So today I had another doctor appointment and he has stressed now more than ever I stay off my feet as much as I can.  Things are happening inside that should not be happening for another four to six weeks or so and maybe if I take things easy we can halt the progress of this little bambino for a while.  So it did come as a surprise to me that he is still letting me work for half days, for at least another week.  I am sensing a complete ban on all activity very shortly however.  Which means my poor husband will be trying to harvest and take care of the kids.  How in the world is he going to manage?  I have given him all the tools necessary, hopefully, he can utilize them.

I have the book at home from Supernanny—if only I could get my husband to read it.  And then practice it.  Can Jo help with that? 

Marsha Kaslon

Managing Editor

September 21, 2007

Do you hide behind the camera?

After talking with singer and song writer Lori McKenna last week about how she wished she knew some of her mom's mannerisms (her own mother died when she was only six years old), it made me think about how many moms I know that rarely get a picture taken of themselves. 

Sure, they are always at the event.  But they are usually the ones behind the camera or video camera taping the event.  And so no pictures of mom are taken.

Do you find that you are in only a few pictures on your scrapbook pages?  If this describes you, ask someone to take a picture of you at an event.  Or give the video camera to someone else at the birthday party, so that you can be on the screen too. Your children will want pictures of their mom throughout their life and not only pictures of themselves.  And there is no going back in time to take missed pictures......

Lori McKenna was the one to remind me to snap pictures of the moms that I know....if only for their children's sake.

Kathy Schlaeger

September 19, 2007

What to expect when you meet an expectant mother

I know.  I do the same thing.  I see a woman that I know is expecting, and I ask the same thing:  “How are you feeling?”

It is a gut reaction, like asking someone, “how are you?” even though they’ll tell you the same answer no matter how they really are.

“Fine.”  “Good.”  Something like that.

But now, as my own abdomen grows to unrealistic proportions, I am finally having to deal with the question, “how are you feeling?” on a daily basis.

My family asks me.  My husband asks me.  Neighbors ask me.  Friends ask me.  Strangers ask me.

And I tell them the same thing.  “Oh, pretty good.”

And it’s a big, fat lie.

Like most other pregnant women, although they’ll never tell you otherwise, I’ve really felt better in my life.   Wanna know how I’m really feeling? 

I feel big.  My clothes are in constant limbo.  In my early pregnancy, maternity clothes were far too large to wear, and I promise that I spent entire days thinking “I look like I’m wearing a tablecloth...with a dust ruffle” But with passing time and probably more tomato soup and pineapple than I should have, I’m starting to feel more and more like I’m big enough to wear an actual tablecloth. 

Just pull one out of the hutch and drape it on—soon enough, it might be the only thing that fits.

I feel bulbous.  For ages, the figure of a pregnant woman, all round and soft, has been regarded as an image of beauty.  And I’m all for the roundness in my middle.  I love it.  But it’s the roundness in other places that is starting to get to me. 

I used to have ankles.  I swear they were located directly above my feet, right where these puffed-up stumps are now residing.

I also used to be able to smile without feeling all of the roundness around my face scrunch up and squeeze around my eyes.  In fact, I’m pretty sure my cheeks have officially doubled in size.  I’m just not quite sure how to measure that exactly.

I feel tired.  I think it’s mostly because I have to haul this big, bulbous body around on a daily basis.  And the one part of my body that hasn’t bloated is my brain, so it still thinks that I can go about my regular life, running errands and kids here, there, and everywhere.  Somehow, my brain doesn’t seem to be listening to my back at all, which I can tell you is pretty much screaming, “will you please stop going so fast and just tell the legs to walk over to the couch?  Can’t you hear the feet?  They need to be propped up before they are completely swallowed by the ankles!”

But even with all of the whining that my mouth is still capable of doing, it still can not and will not answer anything but “pretty good” when someone asks me how I’m feeling.

So the next time I find myself face to face with a beautiful, pregnant woman, I’m going to do my very best to not ask her the age old question, so she won’t have to smile and fib.  Instead I’ve come up with a few alternatives:

“So what stage of clothes are you in?  I’ve got a nice holiday tablecloth.”

“How long has it been since you’ve had ankles?”  (Or, “how long has it been since you’ve SEEN your ankles?”)

“By what percentage do you think your cheeks have increased?”

Or maybe I’ll just lean in to her ear and speak directly to her brain, “you may not realize this, but you should really go put your feet up a little.  They need it.”

Karrie McAllister

MWLM Webmaster, Graphic Design

KarrieMcAllister.com

September 18, 2007

MWLM upcoming feature Lori McKenna

Has anyone heard Lori McKenna's new CD?  For those of you who don't know Lori (yet) you can read about her here http://www.lorimckenna.com.  Lori is going to be featured in our Mom Writer's Literary magazine summer 2008 issue and I am honored.  Lori's PR group sent me copies of her new CD and I finally got a chance to listen this weekend and I will tell you that this singer, songwriter, wife and mother of five from Stoughton, Massachusetts has a beautiful voice (and can play guitar!) and what I really loved about her songs was that I could totally relate to the words she wrote - "No frills, no fuss/Perfectly us, unglamorous."  As a mother of five myself, I felt drawn to Lori and her music instantly and I am very excited to have her as a part of our literary magazine for moms.  I wish you all the best Lori McKenna and I look forward to working with you.  Your talented musical "discovery" couldn't have happened to a nicer mama :)

Stay tuned...

Paula

September 17, 2007

News Happens

I noticed something today. News happens right around me and I never notice a thing.

This morning I was walking my son to school when a friend, another walking mom, said, “So what did you think of Sally Field on The Emmys?”

“I loved her hair,” I said. “And she always has the best makeup. She looks so natural. She’s got to be over 50 and her complexion is better than mine.”

“No,” the mom protested. “I mean, what did you think about her getting censored by Fox?”

“Huh? What was she censored for?” My mind immediately began thinking “fashion blooper,” remembering someone – JLo maybe? – in a gown a few years ago that left very little to the imagination. But Sally looked very tasteful. “I thought she looked great. Wish I could wear a strapless gown.”

“No, no! Her anti-war comments! They cut out her anti-war comments.”

“I was looking at her hair…”

Later I turned on talk radio and learned that Sally had made some anti-war comments, something about if mothers ruled the world there would be no war. Truthfully, what got her bleeped was probably her dropping of the “G.D.” bomb, but my point is I didn’t even notice any of it. I was blissfully evaluating the important stuff – her hair, her makeup, her dress. How was I supposed to notice she was talking about war?

I tried to make sense of it all, but found that I just couldn’t get over the whole she’s-old-enough-to-be-my-mother-and-she-so-outsexies-me thing for long enough to care about her political thoughts. Other than briefly pondering if what she said was true (I am the mom who just recently told my boys that if they didn’t knock the snot out of a neighborhood kid who’d been bullying them they’d be in trouble with me – which sounds a little like me waging a backyard war), her idealisms are totally off my radar.

Recently I had a reader suggest that I was pushing a political agenda in one of my columns. I laughed out loud at the thought of it. I’m not a political commentator. If I were to be called a “pundit” it would only be because I come up with puns for a living, not because I would push my personal politics on anyone else. And why would I try? Do I really think that someone, somewhere would say, “Well, Bob, I was going to vote against gay marriage, but I read something this humor columnist said and it totally changed my mind?” No. Likewise, I would be shocked to hear someone say, “Who am I voting for president this year, Jim? Well, I think I’m going to go with whomever Nick Cage suggests at The Oscars” or, “Gosh, I really hope George Clooney runs away with The People’s Choice this year because I just don’t know exactly how I feel about the war and I could really use his moral compass to guide me.”

Uh. I don’t think so.

So call me naïve or blinded or whatever, but I just can’t take any of this seriously. When a TV network bleeps out someone’s comments I see no reason for uproar (except I’m betting whatever off-color joke Ray Romano had censored was probably dang hilarious and I’m sorry I missed it) in either direction. Just pay attention to the hair, man. Look at the pretty gowns. Admire the lipstick. And let the news happen, as it always does.

And God bless those troops, whether you think they should be there or not.

Jennifer Brown is a freelance writer in Liberty, Missouri. You can find her at http://www.freewebs.com/jennifer_brown. She won't give you her political opinions, but she might make you laugh at a tasteless joke or two.

Meet founder and CEO of WOW! Women On Writing

We recently had a chance to chat with Angela Mackintosh, founder and CEO of WOW! Women On Writing. For our readers who are not familiar with Angela and WOW! Women On Writing, read on to learn more about this inspiring business woman and her website for writers.

Wowlogo Angela Mackintosh is founder and CEO of WOW! Women On Writing: http://wow-womenonwriting.com

MWLM: Welcome to MWLM Angela and thanks for chatting with us about WOW! We see that you are an artist and a writer - how do these play off of each other in your world? Does one feed the other, so to speak?

Angela: How funny you should ask because I was just thinking about this the other day! Actually, they are quite the opposite. When I’m using my artist’s brain I find it very hard to write, and conversely. But in some ways they mesh creatively—for instance, when I’m thinking of a new theme for our issues I consider both aspects—the concept and play on words, and how it will translate into an image and color scheme. I suppose it’s the very starting point of every issue, so in that sense they do feed off of one another.

MWLM: On your website, WOW! Women On Writing there is a wealth of information and seasoned writers to help other writers get where they want to go. How did you make these connections?

Angela: Honestly Samantha, it’s like taking a crash course in writing! I’ve learned so much from these fabulous women writers, editors, agents and publishers. When WOW! started, I was just learning about the writer’s journey, so I figured I might as well learn from women who’ve had success in the publishing world. Basically, I didn’t know any better! I made a wish list of women who inspired me to write and then contacted them. I was surprised when they said yes! I’ve been honored to meet some of my mentors: Amy Tan, Ann Moore, Nan Talese, and Sandra Dijkstra. Even if the interview is conducted by email, I like to follow up with a phone call to thank them and chat, which is always fun. Sometimes being green has its advantages.

MWLM: We LOVE your concept – filling the gap between writing websites and women’s magazines. Tell us how that concept was conceived!

Angela: Thank you and I love the concept of MWLM as well! I’ve worked in the graphic design industry for over ten years, creating artwork for print magazines. When I started focusing on my writing I noticed that most of the writing sites were fairly drab, in my humble opinion, and some were actually eyesores! So I thought, why not combine a magazine like O: The Oprah Magazine with the hard content of a writing website? With a name like “WOW!” you’ve already got a lot to live up to! I wanted to create that response in readers, and put the fun, excitement, and encouragement back into writing. Which is what you ladies do on your site as well, and I love that. As you know, published men writers still outnumber women writers, which is why we need communities like ours to provide homes and support for women writers and moms.

MWLM: What is next on the horizon for you and WOW?

Angela: We have a lot of exciting things in store for this coming year—we’re launching classes and workshops, a forum, new media such as video, and will probably add another contest. This season we have an essay contest sponsored by the Globe Pequot Press’ skirt! books ( http://www.wow-womenonwriting.com/contest.php ), but we’ve always run flash fiction contests, so it would be nice to offer writers both.

MWLM: Sometimes ideas stream into writer’s heads quicker than they can write them down. What do you do when you get a great idea, whether you’re in line at the coffee shop or stuck in traffic on the I-5?

Angela: Spill my coffee, then either reach for the mp3 recorder I always carry with me in case of an interview, or pick up my cell and call my answering machine at home and leave a message, or grab a pen from my purse and jot notes down on the nearest napkin, receipt, or notepad. And sometimes when I don’t want to look goofy speaking into a recorder at Starbucks, I rely on my memory. But in the end, I end up using a lot of spray and wash on my coffee-stained clothes!

Thank you so much Angela for taking the time to chat with us and all the best to you and WOW! Women On Writing.

Samantha & MWLM Team

September 14, 2007

Will the fish survive?

I knew things were going to be bad today when I finally understood what my two-year-old was saying this afternoon.  She kept repeating over and over again (which is what all children do when they are 2) the same five words.....the fish are all fed.

Of course, I would love to hear these words in the morning when the fish should be fed, but not in the middle of the afternoon when the two-year-old is all alone in the family room.

But I was still surprised when I ran into the room and saw ALL of our fish food floating like confetti on New Year's Eve in NYC. I immediately tried to save the fish with the net and transfer them to a small bowl. 

My husband forgot to check his voice mail before he called home, and so he missed my previous frantic voice message. After I told him what happened, he insisted that the fish return to the 35 gallon tank before they die.

I wish I could say this is our first mishap with our pet fish, but it is not.

Our third grader's first writing post this year in her school writing journal is about the fish that her two-year-old sister almost killed six months ago. She explaine that her sister pulled down the 1 gallon bowl and that her fish was flopping on the family room floor until mom saved it.  It's great to be the hero of that story....but for now I am praying that the fish survive the night.

And then people wonder why we don't own a dog........

Kathy Schlaeger