Wow, it's weird out here. My head is spinning trying to figure out all the implications. Honestly, I think there are a lot of *good* things going to result from this, but of my eight elders (D & E, K, L & M, F & R, D) I think it's likely one or more of them won't be alive in six weeks. That is the absolute worst part, and it's hard to see past that ( Read more... )

The sub-title of this is "21 Essential Strategies to Sleep Your Way To a Better Body, Better Health, and Bigger Success." I appreciated the survey-style of this, as I'm a novice at considering how to improve sleep. It's never been a huge struggle for me, but as I age, as in so many things, I need to circle back and improve bad habits ( Read more... )

I grew up thinking that George Jetson's future was right around the corner. Surely the screens and cellphones are here. We've got the robot maid now, and the moving floors, video newspapers, video phone calls. Oops, the wife is still a housewife, though. But possibly most disappointing of all, the flying cars just aren't here ( Read more... )

I have never beaten my dog so I'm not 100% sure this is what a beaten dog would look like, but I think it might be. Her eyes are sad, she whimpers a bit, she's shaven and sliced and sad, so very sad. I rubbed her belly and fed her pain meds in a yummy chew and covered her in my fleece coat, swaddled up like a hug. But now it's bed-time and I need ( Read more... )

I'm on the verge of going out and buying $200 worth of supplements to do a 21 day detox diet reset rapid weight loss thingy ( Read more... )

I saw a helicopter landing at the hospital where my son is and my gut twisted and I broke into tears ( Read more... )

Today my boy stood up by himself ( Read more... )

Everything is so hard ( Read more... )

I'm looking for jokes to cheer up my kid.  So, of course, I google "paraplegic jokes".  Because who wouldn't?

But then I chickened out.

Here's the best one I found, which makes me think of all the people on Facebook saying "Phew, glad he's OK!".  (He's NOT okay. He's alive. Not the same thing.)

There was a man who got into a car accident.

He was ( Read more... )

My husband's sister died of cystic fibrosis when he was twenty (and she was 23, the age our son is now.) I only know her through the shape of the hole she left. Her art hanging on our walls. Her picture in family photos. My husband's attitude towards therapy, which he associates with that time. My mother-in-law's hesitation when, forty years after ( Read more... )