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Kevin Schaefer has been recovering from substance abuse since 1989.
Kevin Schaefer has been recovering from substance abuse since 1989.

Schaefer paves roads to recovery

Kevin Schaefer is standing with his arms crossed in the parking lot of the Summerfest grounds. He is wearing a Motörhead T-shirt that shows off his sleeve of tattoos. His short spiky hair and dark sunglasses make him fit right in with the crowd of rock fans. If I didn’t know he was a Milwaukee-based nationally certified interventionist, recovery coach and substance abuse counselor I may have assumed he just stepped off his tour bus.

Schaefer is a new kind of rock star. The kind that is working tirelessly to save lives from drug and alcohol addiction. His titles cover the spectrum of the stages of addiction treatment and the recovery process, allowing him to provide full range care for his clients. His services are available here

Schaefer himself has been in long-term recovery since 1989. His journey has included traveling through Asia and spending time at a Korean Zen Monastery, both of which have influenced the techniques he employs in maintaining his own sobriety and in guiding the recovery of others. Breathing, meditation, yoga and 12-step are just a part of the holistic strategies he offers. He specializes in males addicted to drugs and alcohol between the ages of 16 and 60.

And although he deals with individuals who are not ready to accept help, Schaefer rejoices when sees his clients’ "eyes light up when they experience part of the solution to their problem" and when he sees what he calls, them catching the "recovery buzz."

It’s no secret that the entire nation is in the throws of an epidemic. The Washington Post states, "100 Americans die of drug overdoses each day… accounting for more deaths than traffic fatalities or gun homicides and suicides."

I turned on the National Nightly News twice this week and randomly saw a story about heroin each time. And according to Fox6 Milwaukee, "It is an epidemic that is quickly approaching a shocking milestone. The number of heroin-related deaths in Milwaukee County could soon surpass the total number of …

Wonder if this latte's on Facebook?
Wonder if this latte's on Facebook?

Tweet at your latte

The Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte (PSL) has its own official Twitter account @TheRealPSL. L to the OL.

The seasonal beverage has a handle that enjoys "knitting, reading and cooking" and just "tried yoga for the first time." PSL is just like you in that she needs her morning coffee, but she can uniquely declare, "I am my morning coffee!" She’s into "Sharknado 2" and even posts selfies like the one ganked from her account to accompany this piece. She’s a wiz at witty banter and has 72.4K followers who are anxiously awaiting her annual appearance on the Starbucks menu.

While enjoying PSL’s knack for social media is a sugar-free way to indulge in the seasonal treat, imbibing one of the sweet fall drinks in serious moderation may be best for warding off an early appearance of the holiday bulge.

According to, an 8-ounce "short" (the smallest size the coffee conglomerate offers) made with 2 percent milk and whipped cream contains 210 calories, 8 grams of fat and 25 grams of sugar. In comparison, a whole Snickers bar has 250 calories, 12 grams of fat and 27 grams of sugar. Side by side those guys are not so different, however most even minimally health conscious folks would not consider consuming an entire Snickers bar daily for the entire autumn quarter. But, there are PSL lovers who have been waiting all year for their daily Starbucks fix to taste like a slice of pie.

Jump up just a size to a 12-ounce "tall" and a steaming hot mug of 38 grams of sugar will be absorbed into the bloodstream. That beats out Wisconsin favorite, Kopp’s Custard, estimated to be around 31 grams of sugar in a small dish of vanilla or chocolate.

Starbucks is unleashing the unassuming nutritional offender a week early this year, which could mean an additional 1,470 calories and (gulp) 175 grams of sugar for daily consumers of the "Short" size of the highly anticipated beverage. That’s a little less than half of what it mathematically takes to gain one pound a week from ex…

Nashville is a vacation must. If only the airlines would realize this, too.
Nashville is a vacation must. If only the airlines would realize this, too.

What happens in Nashville, stays in Nashville

This is a plea to the airlines: please reinstate the direct flights connecting Milwaukee to Nashville.

For Milwaukeans, a long weekend getaway often translates to "Vegas, Baby Vegas." Which is totally understandable, especially in the deep freeze of winter when going west can offer warmth, sunshine and a "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" guarantee for alleviating cabin fever.

But right under our Midwestern noses, pretty much a straight shot south, is a city so full of culture, entertainment, food, sports, art, community and music that it’s almost a transgression of good tourism not to visit Nashville.

The city stole my heart about a year ago and I’m on a mission to position it side by side with Las Vegas as a preferred travel destination for Wisconsinites and beyond.

Although it’s a totally doable drive of nine-ish hours from Milwaukee, that’s still pretty much a whole day of travel. Unfortunately, about an equal amount of time can be eaten up by the inconvenience of having to take two flights to get from MKE to BNA.

Until the airlines wise up and restore the direct flights, it’s still totally worth the time and effort to investigate this booming city that has garnered the nickname "NashVegas." While a few days only allows for scratching the surface of the place that has become even more popular from its namesake TV show, Nashville truly has something for everyone.

History buffs will love the Civil War monuments / plaques documenting battles and notable sites across the landscape. Sports fans can take in a Predators, Sounds or Titans game. Nature lovers will relish spots like Radnor Lake, Cheekwood Botanical Gardens and Percy Warner Park.

Fans of quaint towns will fall in love with Historic Downtown Franklin and Leipers Fork and foodies will have constant full bellies from legendary establishments like Arnold’s Country Kitchen, Monell’s, Prince’s Hot Chicken Shack, The Pancake Pantry and the Loveless Café.

Music lovers will be sonically…

Lindsay, put down the scissors.
Lindsay, put down the scissors.

Someone please take the scissors out of my snip-happy hands

In my eternal battle of "Bangs or Botox," bangs won yet again after months of growing out my fringe through every stage of awkwardness. I seem to be in this eternal pattern of grow out / cut / push to the side / repeat. And more than rarely and quite dangerously, I am the one wielding the blade for these front-view revisions. 

The latest chop happened was while I was traveling. My bangs had finally gotten to the point where I could tuck them behind my ear – kind of the Holy Grail of patiently maturing a fringe. All it took was one "bad hair day" combined with a shadow cast across a rivet in my forehead and I started snipping.

I am sure you are wondering where I sourced scissors appropriate for trimming human strands while I was traveling, as hotel rooms are not typically equipped with barbering shears. I have that covered. I always travel with professional hair cutting tools and styling razor. Always. Because I never know when the urge to clip is going to hit me.

I am therefore a professional stylist’s nightmare due to this self-snipping tendency. My future stylists be warned; eventually I will altar any haircut I receive on my very own.

This behavior started very early. And my family took note of this. My paternal grandmother to this day will not allow me to have scissors. She took them away from me as a punishment when I was about 5 years old, after I transformed the loft in her condo into a hair salon. My first client was my little brother, who was just three years old at the time.

I played out the entire salon scenario, setting the scene for a true hair design experience. I greeted my brother with a big welcome as I had him crawl up the stairs to enter my den of beauty. I took his tiny hand and walked him around while I indicated the imaginary shampoo bowl and retail products. 

The overhead ceiling lights were off and the space was only dimly lit by the late-afternoon gray haze pouring in the windows from the cloudy, Wisconsin fall day. There was a s…