I am not a medical expert, but I am a medical mom. As a medical mom, I learned one thing again and again – to adapt. Whether I stayed bedside with my son for a weekend or a month, I took the same size suitcase and the same toiletry bags.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to save the world. I wanted to fly to Indonesia to give aid after the tsunami. In my twenties, it was all about laying the path to professionally make a difference. In my thirties, it is now that I realize the world is
Racism is defined as “prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against a person or people on the basis of their membership of a particular racial or ethnic group.” Patriotism is a “devoted love, support, and defense of one’s country; national loyalty.” Conservatism is “the disposition to preserve or restore what is
With pandemic reading coming to a close, I began to read short stories to my husband. First, a little Flannery O’Connor, then to check the item off my to-do list, we settled on the couch and I began reading “The Lament” by Anton Chekhov. The art of the short story
When September arrived, my heart was caught in flurry of garden must-do’s. It was perennial time and sweet pea planting time. We worked feverishly through Labor Day weekend. My excitement drove my energy forward despite the pregnancy. One of the most important tasks, in my mind, was to plant the
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Thus begins the second paragraph The Declaration of Independence, issued on July 4, 1776, illustrating
We don’t know who is carrying coronavirus so we have to assume everyone is carrying it. If we are at war, and coronavirus is the enemy then the vehicle of my enemy is my enemy. That makes everyone my enemy. My neighbor is now my enemy. This is a miserable
Every month is an awareness month. It takes only a particular number of signatures to make it so. This month holds two foci of importance to me. May 2-10 was Cleft Lip and Palate Awareness Week. May 15 is Anencephaly Awareness Day. My son was born with a gaping hole
My six-year-old daughter has her treasures. A pipe remnant from her father’s custom wind chime building, a drawing of her deceased cat, a rock, a scrap of fabric, a stuffed animal, a pipe cleaner, a necklace, a broken shell and the list goes on. “Do you have any treasures?” She
Mother’s Day. I wake to the smell of homemade lavender scones and the gentle rattle of a nine-year-old opening the door bearing a platter of such scones, lemon curd, a cup of black coffee ethically harvested and locally roasted, a small bud vase from Heath Ceramics filled with delicate buds
