A Mom Memory
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 …
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 …
It’s been a crazy time, people, absolutely crazy, and I’ll have to tell you all about it NEXT month. Just now I was digging back in my blog archives for something interesting I can upcycle so that March 2024 doesn’t go by without a post. …
Today for some reason I went to check out the Mothers in Medicine group blog that I used to write for, and I was kind of shocked to discover that it doesn’t exist anymore. It had been a pretty unique creative space for doctor-moms to …
I’ve been semi-reclusive ever since COVID hit, even more so since I quit clinical medicine. And surprisingly to me, I’ve enjoyed it. It’s just so much more…relaxing…to not have to deal with people. By people, I mean everyone outside of my immediate, first-degree family. And …
My workdays have been spilling over into my evenings and weekends, folks. There– I said it. I haven’t wanted to admit that I’ve been, well, busy. It started with a couple of large and complex communications projects in late winter, at the same time that …
It’s Christmas Eve 2021, and our COVID numbers are nasty: This is happening all over the country. It’s another surge, worse than the last few surges, and healthcare workers operating on the front lines are beyond tired. They’re exhausted, and my heart goes out to …
Sorry to open this post with a view of my dog’s butt, but this is my visual multiple times a day, since I’ve been mostly working from home. (Good thing it’s a cute fuzzy butt.) Now more than at any other time in my life, …
“Mom, every time I look in the mirror, I see something different. Sometimes it’s good and I feel good about myself, but, sometimes it’s not.” It was well after dinner, and my nine-year-old daughter was perched on the kitchen counter nibbling on apple slices while …