A doctor’s homemade English toffee gets ravaged by a squirrel on her porch. What follows: frantic googling about rabies, consulting multiple physician specialists, and the discovery that chocolate is toxic to squirrels. A funny, relatable tale about when medical training meets real-life kitchen disasters.
So I called 911 yesterday. I can count on one hand the number of times I have dialed 911, and every time was a real emergency, including things like, oh, a carbon monoxide leak in the house or my husband collapsing unconscious. This time, however, …
I thought my cat was a goner. I was out early one very cold winter morning a couple weeks ago, walking the dog… and the cat. Yes, the cat walks with us sometimes. She’s this tiny skinny fluffy former stray. When we got her the …
A tale of smashed pumpkins transforms into a heartfelt reflection on resilience, gratitude, and the sometimes messy—but deeply human—journey of turning life’s disasters into something meaningful… even if it’s not perfect pie.
A couple of Tuesdays ago, I was standing at my standing desk like I always do nowadays on a workweek day, when I heard a shrill intermittent beeping from somewhere in the house. It was like every 5 seconds, a beep, not a full-on fire …
It was after 2 a.m. night before last, when Hubby’s and my phones started dinging. Imagine our joy upon seeing this missive from our 12-year-old daughter: You may ask, why the heck was our daughter awake at 2 a.m.? Right. Let’s address that one first: …
Here it is the end of May, and I’m again scrambling to get a post up. So I went back in time to see what I was up to 10 years ago. That’s when the kids were 3 and 4 years old, and I was …
So I took my dog for a pre-dawn walk in zero-degree weather, and I wasn’t well-prepared. Large swathes of the country were experiencing unusual cold. Headlines detailed the deaths due to the ice and elements, including deaths from hypothermia. Here in New England, it was …
“Mom, it looks like it’s going to rain, we should not be going for a walk right now,” warned my twelve-year-old daughter. “It’s done raining,” I reassured. “Let’s just go. Get some fresh air.” Neither she nor our thirteen-year-old son were really happy about it, …
At the end of the workday today all I wanted to do was walk the dog around the little pond nearby and commune with nature. But no, humanity had to go and butt in. We had just crossed a lovely tree-lined street and were strolling …