#raisingjess

As seen in Buffalo News: Jessica’s hygienist writes a new chapter each visit—“How to dodge bites, flails while using sharp tools!” 🦷

“Hello, Jessica! It’s so nice to see you!” says the dental hygienist. Slowly, I roll Jessica into the small bay, where she will duke it out with the hygienist and me for the next hour. You are familiar with the size of the compact dental treatment room, which contains the chair, tools, and shelving.  Add a wheelchair, Jessica’s aide, and me, and it’s seriously snug.  I’m sure dental hygienist…

Noa was due on my birthday but, of course, she had her own plans! Now we’re celebrating together—Noa style, adoring, adornment and all! #Birthday #Nana #Generation #Celebration #Diva #foodanddrink #RaisingJess

She is due on my birthday, October 1, 2019. But as usual, my granddaughter Noa has her own plans and arrives early on September 26. For the last few years, I have been out of town on our birthdays. But this year, I am in town, and my daughter Carly, granddaughter Noa, and I decided to celebrate in style—let me clarify—Noa style. Our first stop was a nail salon for a Mani-Pedi. Noa selected our…

"Stop the presses! My article made the Buffalo News, My View column! 🌟 If you're reading this twice... well, it's just that exciting! 🎉 Sorry for the déjà vu!" ;0)

(“Stop the presses! My article made the Buffalo News, My View column! 🌟 If you’re reading this twice… 🎉 Sorry for the déjà vu!”) My training for a Doctorate in Motherhood (Mh.D) began in 1982 when I delivered our first child, Jessica. Our daughter was born with a rare chromosome deletion and a Ph.D.-level syllabus of challenges. Before long, in 1984, we added our son Alex to my training, and…

Officially awarded my Mh.D in Motherhood! Do you have this degree? Warning: Training can be lovely, messy, and full of mayhem.

My training for a Doctorate in Motherhood (Mh.D) began in 1982 when I delivered our first child, Jessica. Our daughter was born with a rare chromosome deletion and a Ph.D.-level syllabus of challenges. Before long, in 1984, we added our son Alex to my training, and finally, in 1987, our daughter Carly was born. I was running a full-time crash course in chaos management and sleepless…

Raising Jess: A Story of Hope is the powerful story of one family’s survival when faced with adversity. Written with compassion, honesty, and humor, it tells of a family changed forever by the birth of a child with a rare chromosome deletion and their courageous decision to choose hope. Facing the challenges of caring for her daughter, marriage struggles, and the question of having more children, Vickie Rubin gives a glimpse in the world of her family and transformation while raising Jess. This beautiful, gripping memoir will delight and leave you wanting more.

Mitch's hearing aids are off, and my and everyone’s mumbling is back. A funny short story about What she really meant by, “Do you play sports?” #HearingAids #Mumbling #ScienceMystery" #softball #Humor #sports #RaisingJess

You may remember my blog about how my husband Mitch’s hearing aids cured my mumbling.  Well, he is no longer using hearing aids and mumbling has returned.  A scientific phenomenon that will take years to figure out. Last night was the icing on the proverbial cake and I it had nothing to do with me! Continue reading What She Really Meant by, “Do You Play Sports?”

I Admit that I was ready to abandon our trip four times before finally convincing my husband, Mitch. This is the tale of the beginning of the end of our RV trip and KanVan our RV. At one point Mitch said, “We don’t need luxuries! “My reply was, "When did

I admit that I was ready to abandon our trip four times before finally convincing my husband, Mitch. MAYDAY! When pushed to a point, I can be very persuasive or, as Mitch may say, annoyingly relentless. But I was DONE! This is the tale of the beginning of the end of our RV trip and KanVan our RV. The First Time I Wanted to Go Home September 27, 2023, we started off driving straight to…

We are on an RV trip, so many weird, funny, not-so-funny, and beautiful events have happened. Yet, I can’t write. Every time I put pen to paper, I mean finger to keyboard, I am overwhelmed with the sadness and horrific scenes from Israel, and I stop. My