The Kid Friendly Road To Hana

So, we were in Maui and The Road to Hana was a MUST-DO.. It’s basically the road to take to get to Hana, its famous for the scenic drive on the coast of Maui.  However, it is a winding road with lots of sharp and hairpin turns.  And if you one that gets motion sickness very easily (ahem- ME) it didn’t sound like something I would enjoy.. nor would my kids because they tend to get motion sickness as well.  BUT…. we wanted to do it anyways because everyone said that it’s totally worth it.  Here are a few tips and trick to doing the Road to Hana with kids!

  1.  Start early get there no later than 9:45am, and remember the road is more crowded on the weekend.
  2. Eat a light breakfast.
  3. Plan this out as a day trip.. do not try and make this a half day trip.
  4. Dramamine -helps with both the motion and it will make the kids nap for a good portion of the drive.
  5. The adult who is most prone to motion sickness should drive.
  6. Go as slow as you need to go.. just be sure to pull off to the side if there are a lot of cars behind you.
  7. Do not stop at everyone point (map out the ones you want to stop at).
  8. DO stop at the points where there’s some room for the kids to run around (Mile Marker #13 Kaumahina State Wayside Park,  Mile Marker #34 Hana Town, and Mile Marker #42 Kipahulu, Haleakala National Park)
  9. Watch the time, make sure to leave Hana a few hours before sunset, you do not want to drive in the dark.
  10. Drive the backside of the Haleakala, when exiting Hana – the road isn’t as winding .. it’s a much smoother drive – you’ll see the gorgeous sunset and beautiful countryside.  You’ll also see lots of cows… the kids loved this!
  11. Keep the stops fun and exciting for the kids.  Have them notice all the different trees, plants and bugs.  Let them climb the trees and discover new things!
  12. Allow extra time to spend time at the beaches and parks along the way.
  13. Portable DVD player kept the kids entertained, but I always had to make sure they weren’t getting motion sickness.

BONUS TIP – I was really on the fence about going on the Road to Hana with the kids, but I prayed and kept a positive attitude and everyone had a wonderful time!! ATTITUDE IS KEY!!


Mile Marker #13 Kaumahina State Wayside Park

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Mile Marker #34 Hana Town



roan to hana, things to do in maui, hana Here we are the last stop in Hana at the Seven Sacred Pools

Also, you are usually able to swim in the Seven Sacred Pools, however if there has been too much rainfall they close the pools because the tides get too strong, so you may want call Kipahulu, Haleakala National Park ahead of time.

It was definitely worth the drive!!

I hope you visit beautiful paradise soon!!

Please comment below if you would like to take an adventure on the Road to Hana… Or if you have been there comment and let me know which part was your favorite!

PAX, and Love,


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Baby Beach Lahaina Maui, Hawaii Islands

Looking for things to do in Lahaina in Maui with small children? Check out this beach in gorgeous Hawaiian Island of Maui.

Great beach for families with small children on the Lahaina Shores in the Hawaiian Islands in Maui.  About a 5 minute drive from Ka’anapali Beach Hotels.  In April the Maui Weather is perfect it was sunny and 85.

Top 5 Reasons Why This Beach Awesome!

  1. Has calm waves with the sand gradually meeting the water so no sudden drop offs, and no strong currents.
  2. Rocks and reefs for older kids to snorkel and discover the sea life.
  3. Lots of trees for shade! Bring snacks and lunch to stay all day
  4. Barely anyone at the beach in April Maui Weather – peaceful and “off the grid” kind of feeling



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“Continue to do good, and heaven will come to you” – Hawaiian Proverb


A Meditation For Mothers

A few weeks ago I posted a lecture on The Stations of the Cross.

And tonight I attended a gathering at church called Mary’s Way of the Cross.  Basically, it’s  The Stations of the Cross from Mary’s perspective.  I was moved to tears by the process, and again.. I felt a tug to share my faith in this blog post.

She obviously relates to and has a deep connection to all mothers.

And I believe that ALL mothers, no matter what religious background or spiritual beliefs, should take time to mediate on Mary’s Way of the Cross.

It won’t take you long to be captivated by her sorrows.. and you will meditate and pray to the end.


Mary’s Way of the Cross

By Richard Furey, CSs.R


“I am the handmaid of the Lord, let it be done to be as you say.” Those words, some of the very few that Mary speaks in Scripture, set in motion the process of our redemption. Those words also opened for Mary a life which she could never have imagined, one which must have certainly been blest with happiness, as well as great sorrow. Simeon told Mary at the very beginning of her Child’s life that “a sword of sorrow” would pierce her heart. With so little written about Mary in Scripture, one can only wonder about these joys and sorrows. What was it like for the one person who was perhaps closer to Jesus than anyone else as she daily came to understand her Son’s life? What can we learn from her experience of this process of redemption?

Mary stood by her Son throughout His passion and, in her faith, experienced the joy of His resurrection.

As we reflect on our theme, let us begin this Lenten season walking with Mary’s suffering as she watched her Son.


First Station: Jesus is Condemned to Die



It was early Friday morning when I saw my Son. That was the first glimpse I had of Him since they took Him away. His bruised and bleeding skin sent a sword of pain deep into my heart and tears down my cheeks. Then Pilate, from his chair of judgment, asked the crowd why they wanted my Son executed. All around me they shouted, “Crucify him!” I wanted to plead with them to stop, but I knew this had to be. So I stood by and cried silently.


Lord Jesus, it is hard for me to imagine the anguish your mother felt at your condemnation. But what about today, when I hold a grudge…? “Crucify him!”

“When I judge others…? “Crucify him!” Doesn’t this bring tears of anguish to both you and your mother? Forgive me, Jesus.


Second Station: Jesus Takes His Cross



Regaining a little strength, I walked with the crowds to the entrance of the square.

A door flew open and my Son stumbled out, the guards laughing behind Him.

Two men dragged over a heavy wooden cross and dropped it on His shoulders.

Then they shoved Him down the road. My pain for Him was unbearable.

I wanted to take the cross from Him and carry it myself.

But I knew this had to be, so I walked on silently.


Lord Jesus, I beg you to forgive me for the many times I have added more weight to Your cross by closing my eyes to the pain and loneliness of my neighbour.

Forgive me for gossiping about others and for always trying to find excuses to avoid certain people who wish to talk with me. Help me to be like Mary, always seeking to lighten the crosses of others. Forgive me, Jesus.


Third Station: Jesus Falls the First Time



I followed close behind my Son as He stumbled toward Calvary.

Nothing had ever hurt me more than to see Him in such pain.

I saw the cross digging into His shoulders. My heart dropped when I saw Him fall face to the ground, the heavy cross landing squarely on His back. For a moment I thought my beloved Son was dead. Now, my whole body began to tremble. Then the guards kicked Him. He rose slowly and began to walk again, yet they still whipped Him.

I wanted to protect Him with my own body. But, I knew this had to be, so I walked on and wept silently.


Lord, how often have I seen You fall, and, unlike Mary, have left You there without concern? How often have I seen people make mistakes and laughed at them?

How often do I find myself getting angry when someone does things differently than I? Mary offered You her support through your entire passion. Help me to do the same for You by the support I give to others. Lord, have mercy on me.


Fourth Station: Jesus Meets His Grieving Mother



I had managed to break through the crowd and was walking side by side with my Son.

I called to Him through the shouting voices. He stopped. Our eyes met, mine full of tears of anguish, His full of pain and confusion. I felt helpless; then His eyes said to me, “Courage! There is a purpose for this.” As He stumbled on, I knew He was right.

So I followed and prayed silently.


Lord Jesus, forgive me the many times our eyes met and I turned mine away.

Forgive me the times things did not go my way and I let everyone know about it.

Forgive me the times I brooded over little inconveniences or became discouraged and did not heed Your call to courage! Yes, Lord, our eyes have met many times but fruitlessly.


Fifth Station: Simon Helps Jesus Carry His Cross



I could now see almost complete helplessness on the face of my Son as He tried to carry His heavy load. Each step looked as if it would be His last. I felt His every pain in my heart and I wanted the whole thing to end. Then I noticed some commotion near Jesus. The guards and pulled a protesting man from the crowd. They forced Him to pick up the back of the cross to help lighten my Son’s load. He asked the guards why this had to be. I knew, and so followed silently.


Lord Jesus, I have many times refused to help You. I have been a selfish person who has often questioned your word. Don’t let me remain like Simon, but help me to be like Your mother, Mary, who always silently followed and obeyed.


Sixth Station: Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus



As I continued close by Jesus, a woman pushed past the guards took off her veil and began to wipe my Son’s sweating, bloody face. The guards immediately pulled her back. Her face seemed to say, “Why are you doing this to him?” I knew, so I walked on in faith, silently.


Lord, this woman gave You the best she could. On the other hand, I have wanted to take more than I give. So many opportunities arise every day for me to give to You by giving to others—but I pass them by. My Saviour, never let me ask why again, but help me to give all I have to You.


Seventh Station: Jesus Falls the Second Time



Again my Son fell, and again my grief was overwhelming at the thought that He might die.

I started to move toward Him, but the soldiers prevented me. He rose and stumbled ahead slowly. Seeing my Son fall, get up again, and continue on, was bitter anguish to me. But, since I knew this had to be, I walked on silently.


Lord, of all people Mary was Your most faithful follower, never stopping in spite of all the pain she felt for You. I have many times turned away from You by my sins and have caused others to turn away from You. I beg You to have mercy on me.


Eighth Station: Jesus Speaks to the Women



I was walking a few steps behind Jesus when I saw Him stop. Some women were there crying for Him and pitying Him. He told them not to shed tears from Him. They had the opportunity to accept Him as the messiah; like many others, they rejected Him instead. He told them to shed tears for themselves, tears that would bring their conversion. They did not see the connection between that and His walk to death. I did, and as He walked on, I followed silently.


My Saviour, many times have I acted like these women, always seeing the faults of others and pitying them. Yet, very rarely have I seen my own sinfulness and asked Your pardon. Lord, You have taught me through these women. Forgive me, Lord, for my blindness.


Ninth Station: Jesus Falls the Third Time



This fall of Jesus was agony to me. Not only had He fallen on the rocky ground again, but now He was almost at the top of the hill of crucifixion. The soldiers screamed at Him and abused Him, almost dragging Him the last few steps. My heart pounded as I imagined what they would do to Him next. But, I knew this had to be, so I climbed the hill silently behind Him.


My loving Jesus, I know that many times I have offered my hand to help people but when it became inconvenient or painful to me I left them, making excuses for myself.

Help me, Lord, to be like Your mother, Mary, and never take my supporting hand away from those who need it.


Tenth Station: Jesus is Stripped of His Garments



With my Son finally relieved of the weight of the cross, I thought He would have a chance to rest. But the guards immediately started to rip His clothes off His blood-clotted skin. The sight of my Son in such pain was unbearable. Yet, since I knew this had to be, I stood by and cried silently.


Lord, in my own way I too have stripped You. I have taken away the good name of another by foolish talk, and have stripped people of human dignity by my prejudice.

Jesus, there are so many ways I have offered You through the hurt I have caused others. Help me to see You in all people.


Eleventh Station: Jesus is Nailed to the Cross



As they threw Jesus on the cross, He willingly allowed Himself to be nailed. As they punctured His hands and His feet I felt the pain in my heart. Then they lifted up the cross. There He was, my Son, whom I love so much, being scorned as He struggled for the last few moments of earthly life. But I knew this had to be, so I stood by and prayed silently.


Lord, what pain You endured for me. And what pain Your mother went through, seeing her only Son die for love of me! Yet, both You and she are ready to forgive me as soon as I repent of my sin. Help me, Lord, to turn away from my sinfulness.


Twelfth Station: Jesus Dies on the Cross



What greater pain is there for a mother than to see her Son die right before her eyes!

I, who had brought this Saviour into the world and watch Him grow, stood helplessly beneath His cross as He lowered His head and died. His earthly anguish was finished, but mine was greater than ever. Yet, this had to be and I had to accept it, so I stood by and I mourned silently.


My Jesus, have mercy on me for what my sins have done to You and to others.

I thank You for Your great act of love. You have said that true love is laying down your life for your friends. Let me always be Your friend. Teach me to live my life for others, and not fail You again.


Thirteenth Station: Jesus is Taken From the Cross



The crowd had gone; the noise had stopped. I stood quietly with one of Jesus’ friends and looked up at the dead body of our Saviour, my Son.

Then two men took the body from the cross and placed it in my arms. A deep sorrow engulfed my being. Yet, I also felt deep joy. Life had ended cruelly for my Son, but it had also brought life to all of us. I knew this had to be, and I prayed silently.


Lord, Your passion has ended. Yet, it still goes on whenever I choose sin over You.

I have done my part in Your crucifixion and now, my Saviour, I beg Your forgiveness with all my heart. Help me to live a life worthy of You and Your mother.


Fourteenth Station: Jesus is Placed in the Tomb



We brought Jesus’ body to a tomb and I arranged it there myself, silently weeping, silently rejoicing. I took one more look at my loving Son, and then walked out.

They closed the tomb and before I left, I thought, I knew this had to be…it had to be for you! I would wait in faith silently.


Yes, my Lord, this had to be because You love me, and for no other reason. All You ask is that I live a good life. You never said such a life would be easy. I am willing to leave sin behind and live for You alone, in my brothers and sisters.


Fifteenth Station: Jesus is Raised From the Dead


I could only be most grateful for the sacrifice of my Son for us. Yet, what emptiness I felt trying to live without Him whom I loved so! But, only two days later that emptiness was filled beyond belief—He had risen! Our Saviour had opened the doors to a new life. That is the way it had to be—because His undying love for you would not stop at anything less. I could rejoice forever, but not in silence.


My Saviour, thank you! Thank you for such endless love that helps me to rise out of my own sinfulness. I will try again to live a better life. Help me to always remember that love. Mary, mother of our risen Saviour, teach me to be like you, and in my love for others, love Him in return.


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Must Read Poem For A Badass Day

I have been listening to the audio version of Outwitting The Devil by Napoleon Hill (By the way, this book is so real that I can’t believe I hadn’t read it sooner).  He mentions that this poem played a vital role in his life.

Napoleon-Hills-Outwitting-the-Devil-2769113… and I want to share it.

If you have read the book.. This is a good reminder to have a badass day..

If not, I hope you read this and have an extraordinarily badass day…



By William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.


The Sex Life of a Military Wife


My husband is deployed on the other side of the world.  We have an eleven hour time difference.  We are able to squeeze in a Skype or Facetime conversation about once a day, twice if we are lucky.  Most of our talks are limited in time because of the time difference and in that short amount of time we divide the talking time between myself and our 3 boys.  So, most of the time our chats are brief and I would say about 2-3 times a week my husband and I can have a decent conversation on the phone with no interruptions from the kids and no time constraints.  And all of that, depends on if we have a good internet connection. 

During the daytime I’m with the kids, and we normally keep busy to make the days go by faster.  At the end of the day, the kids go to bed, and the house is finally quiet.  There are some nights that I’m so exhausted that I fall asleep with the kids and there are nights that get incredibly lonely. 

I miss having my husband’s shoulder to rest on my head.  I miss being held by his strong arms.  I miss the taste of his kiss.  I miss the comfort and warmth of us just holding hands.

I miss having physical contact with a man.

I struggle and I think about the options I have to relieve the void of loneliness and disconnection.  Surely there is a solution to end this problem.

I could seek another man for fun and for the sake of fulfilling sexual desires.  It would be a heated love affair, a secret that no one needs to know about.  We would have evening or early morning rendezvous.  My needs would be easily satisfied.  It would be hot, steamy, new and temporary.


I could go to the nearest adult store and get the most popular adult toy and batteries.  Then, get on my phone or personal computer and download some porn that is readily available.  I could please myself without involving anyone else.  And in my research this kind of self pleasuring is “healthy.”

Which did I choose?


Well, let’s put it this way, 85% of of deployed military including military spouses cheat.  (I’m going to have to round up it up to 90% for this next example) That means roughly 9 out of 10 military and/or spouses have affairs.  That means maybe 1 or 2 are faithful.  Clearly, in this sex crazed world, it has become the norm and almost expected. 



I chose complete CHASTITY (definition below, in case we forgot)

noun: chastity
  1. the state or practice of refraining from extramarital, or especially from all, sexual intercourse.
    “vows of chastity”
    synonyms: celibacy, chasteness, virginity, abstinence, self-restraint, self-denial, continence


No other men, no porn, no toys, no batteries.  I am the part of the few, faithful 10-15%. 


First and foremost, faithfulness and fidelity were instructions by God through our wedding vows

Priest: (Name), do you take (name) to be your husband? Do you promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and honor him all the days of your life?

Bride: I do.

Second, in this time of struggle and suffering, at a point in my life where I need love, strength, faith and hope the most – why would I sabotage my mind and body with anything artificial that doesn’t promise me love, strength, faith and hope?

And in this time of pain and loneliness – there is meaning.  Which leads to my last reason of staying chaste.

Lastly, when sex, self pleasure, porn, infidelity and temporary comforts are running rampant and available to us everywhere we turn in all forms of media today … how much more will our minds be polluted 5-10 years when our children are older?  In the path that this society is going, will the future generation picture love as disposable, temporary, and self indulgent?  How would you want your kids to treat love and marriage?  Will our boys grow into true gentlemen?  Will our daughters become ladies?

“The great danger for family life, in the midst of any society whose idols are pleasure, comfort and independence, lies in the fact that people close their hearts and become selfish.”-St. Pope John Paul II

Chastity isn’t easy – my meaning to this suffering?  I believe God put me in this situation to bring balance to our hedonistic society.  That maybe my story will bring hope and inspiration to for men and women to set much higher standards for themselves when faced with challenging and painful situations and in sexual decisions- and have a ripple effect to our children of the future.

Chastity, like honesty, is a civic as well as a personal virtue. When a society loses chastity, it begins to destroy itself. —William Schickel