My son, B-man or Bucky, depending on his mood, had just awoken from a 6-hour surgery. The surgeon comes to give us an adrenaline-fueled recap. I will never tire of hearing this part: He’s going to be fine. Everything is going to be okay. That pervasive melty feeling in my legs starts to fade. The […]Read more "That time my son impressed a nurse by asking for a pillow"
In case you haven’t noticed, I am trying to be more stealth with using B-man’s real name (and face!) these days. I’m not quite used to this, as it feels really awkward, kind of like “Hi I’m Jenny but people call me J-Wow” awkward. I promise, I have at least a few good reasons for […]Read more "I changed the name of my blog and this is why you should care"
I was recently published again on Sammiches and Psych Meds…. Please check it out: I Accidently Hired an Anti-Vaccine Zealot to Care for My Medically-Fragile SonRead more "I Accidentally Hired an Anti-Vaccine Zealot to Care for My Medically-Fragile Son"