HOUSTON. Reports have surfaced that Michaela Searfoorce was recently spotted in Friendswood, TX, four months after she went missing from New York. Searfoorce, an active wife, mother and writer, has not been seen or heard from since her sudden announcement that she was relocating to the Lone Star State, a move some declared a “publicity stunt” for her popular blog, The Foorce. However, as time passed with no word, concern grew that perhaps foul play had come into the mix.
Relief and confusion were the most commonly expressed emotions upon hearing that Searfoorce had been spotted near a gray Honda Odyssey in a Walmart parking lot, a popular hangout in the Houston area. “Michaela doesn’t do stores – she orders everything online,” a close friend commented. “A minivan? Whaaaa-? You must be mistaken,” another sputtered into her Starbucks pumpkin spiced latte.
Contradicting reports have recently come out that the woman was not in fact crying, but sweating, as she loaded groceries into said minivan while wearing an adorable, redheaded newborn, a grimace, and a slight paunch. Of course, this was in 90 degree heat with 100% humidity so either sweating or crying would have been appropriate, making it hard to tell definitively. But those close to Searfoorce remain steadfast in their opinion that “She would definitely be crying if she were driving a minivan or grocery shopping in a store with all of those kids,” and, “It’s ludicrous that you think Michaela’s actually in Texas!”
In other news, Searfoorce is rumored to be working on a new blog, slated to come out this Fall. Stay tuned for more info.
Sometimes there’s so much to say that words will only mess it all up. But you know I’ll give it a go anyway.
I wish I could tell you that there was little heartache involved with our decision to move across the country (my husband certainly would!). Today Adam looked at me from the pullout sofa in our tiny, temporary Brooklyn apartment and said, “how many minutes until we go back to our home?” I paused, and said “well, we’ll be in our home in a few more sleeps, after we get to Texas.” He said,”No, I mean how many minutes until we go in our old home?” I said, very carefully to my most tempestuous child, “We aren’t going back, we’re going to living in Texas now.” He replied, “Until we go back to New York.” “We are not going back to New York.” The words struck me then. My God, we were leaving New York, probably for good, in just a matter of hours. Read more…
Check out my latest article on Mommy Poppins, about the variety of amazing free and low cost water sport programs offered in and around NYC.
Sincere thanks to all who supported and participated in our last Central Park Challenge!
Just when I thought we had missed out a year, I found it. Now the question is, will we get a picture of our team (or at least part of it) on the YAI website for our fifth and final Central Park Challenge?
Tomorrow will be a fun, exciting, and incredibly bittersweet day for me. When I get settled in Houston you can count on me finding something to replace what has become an amazing, memorable and meaningful tradition in our family.
And I would be remiss not to mention that it is not quite too late to help us reach our final fundraising goal for a very worth cause. Click here to visit our team website!
Me: So we’re going to Greenwood Cemetery for a Memorial Day concert.
James: Memorial Day is to celebrate soldiers and honor them for fighting in war.
Me: That’s right.
James: Not concerts.
Me: Well, we’re honoring the soldiers at the cemetery with some American music.
James: And they can have some of our picnic, right?
Me: Hmmm, well they could if they wanted – but I’m not sure we’ll see any soldiers today.
James: But you said we would give some of them our little American flags.
Me: I did…… well, those soldiers are the ones that died. We’re putting flags by tombstones.
James: What?! How did they die?
Me: Protecting our country in battle.
James: Can they hear the concert?
Me: I like to think so.
Moms, especially special needs mothers, are often compared to soldiers. But today, let’s not forget who gave us the ability to be home caring for, laughing with, stressing out over, hugging, reading to, even yelling at our loved ones, while they leave theirs behind.