I’ve been thinking about the past, lately, reviewing things in my mind, reliving our early days, from that shocking phone call from the pediatric cardiologist with the words, “Good news! You won’t be life-flighted to Seattle for emergency surgery!” (Tom’s reply: My God, I didn’t even know that was an option) to the way the smell of the NICU used to seep into my clothes, my hair, my skin. Especially, the babies. They didn’t smell like milk, or diapers, or lotion, or even Tom, me. They smelled like the hospital. Continue reading “No More Tears”
In the “Ask a question” thread over at the Downsyn.com book discussion, Monica was wondering what I’d noticed regarding the impact of DS on sibling relationships. I thought the question was an excellent one, and I wanted to share my answer here, too. Continue reading “What about sibling relationships?”
Um? What can I say? If you’re looking for a recipe calling for butter and white flour, a serve-it-with-mashed-potatoes-and-soak-it-all-in-gravy dinner that’s the epitome of comfort food (and it’s easy to make, too), then this is for you! Continue reading “Oven Fried Chicken”
Writing, for me, has always been a way of understanding things—a way of recording the events, to play back to yourself later, when you feel safe enough to look at them closely. Writing is like the TiVo of life. Continue reading “Becoming”
Me: Bennett, what are you doing?
Bennett: Being handsome.
Me: Oh! Yes, of course.
The post about doctors has gotten me thinking (again) about the words we choose, and how they have the power to shape our feelings about a person, an event, or even a diagnosis. There’s an excellent post up at Bridget’s Light about this very topic, I encourage you to check it out.
Thank you, Lisa, for the link!
We don’t have a way of recycling in my community, so I do what I can on my own: empty egg cartons, toilet paper rolls, plastic milk jugs all end up in the craft bin. Glass jars are washed and reused for jam, or storing seeds, or buttons. And the large-size yogurt containers? Those are my favorites for freezing homemade soup stock. Which is how I’ve come to have a half-dozen or so, in a tidy bunch on a shelf in my freezer. Continue reading “Reading, Recycling and Green Works Wipes”
Here’s another comment I wanted to pull out for discussion–this one is from Ellen. Continue reading “Yes, no and maybe: about doctors”