Monthly archive for ‘ September, 2014 ’

I’m not the doctor. I’m the mom.

25th September 2014 | 1 Comment

She grasps her chest dramatically and falls to the floor. Her eyes flutter as she tries to hold them closed. Her one arm across her chest the other flailed in theatrical fashion to her side. She’s dead. Her heart is broken. The other jumps from the bed, and after landing, reports her leg is broken. […]


Burger (or Attending) Expectations

16th September 2014 | 1 Comment

Let’s talk about expectations. And I’m talking the Dickens’ kind. When you watch television, the food flaunts itself before you. Tempting you with golden buns and perfectly placed pickles. The models eating those perfectly styled burgers are the same – airbrushed to perfection. Most often, limbs are stretched to unrealistic proportions and curves are molded […]


Birthdays.

8th September 2014 | 1 Comment

Birthdays are special days. The day you became you. The culmination of your parents’ genes into what is uniquely you. “Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!”1 I have had a truly remarkable year. This time last year I was beginning the final […]