I have worked at My Gym Children's Fitness Center for seven weeks and am already onto my second cold, which means I've either had three or four colds this year -- can't remember. (The fact that so many My Gym mommies and nannies wear perfume doesn't really help.) I'll take one giant immunity boost, please.

I'm trying to write a post about my uncle, but I'm not quite sure what to say. He is no longer in a coma. He is now in a vegetative state. They will do an MRI on him tomorrow to see if there is any brain activity. He squeezed mine and Lizzy's hands when we were with him today and I would love to believe that it was Uncle Don squeezing our hands, ( Read more... )

Scene: Kitchen, Thanksgiving day. A mother, age 56, and a grandmother, age 81, are preparing stuffing for Thanksgiving dinner. A daughter, age 22, is filling a container with water (whatever, I have all the lame jobs ( Read more... )

I made it about twenty-six hours without crying. Of course, the most recent bout took place while listening to "Once We Were Kings" and I think I've not cried only three of the approximately fifty times I've listened to that song, so I'm going to blame these tears on musical theatre instead of cancer.

Linda told me that when she and RC (or probably anybody) took me out for dinner when I was little, they'd realize I'd gone missing and find me at another table, chatting up the people sitting at it. She said that if the table was full, I'd take a chair from another table and bring it over. Sometimes when they'd come to get me, the people I was ( Read more... )

Going to Washington tomorrow. Pretty spur-of-the-moment, unplanned, but then again, saying goodbye to the close family friend you've known since a few minutes after you were born generally isn't something you can put on a calendar.

Chyna story time. This might err on the side of TMI, but whatever, you can deal with it ( Read more... )