The Greediest Mother

I am the greediest mother. I have written about the hand-wringing and soul-crushing that comes with being Owen’s mother. I have told the tales of heart-soaring  and hope-reviving moments, too. At the beginning, we weren’t allowed to stretch our dreams too far. We had arms and legs moving. Eventually, he was breathing on his own. [ Read More ]

The Little Boy That Could. And Will.

It’s happening. It’s really happening. And it’s happening tomorrow. I have been walking around with my tear ducts seemingly prepared to spill over at the slightest trigger — a song, a memory, a glance his way. I have been waiting for this for the past five-and-a-half years. I am still not ready for this. Will [ Read More ]

The Chief Medical Officer

I am so thrilled to have been asked to contribute a piece to Daily Worth — a site dedicated to the empowerment of women in all respects. They describe themselves as “a place for ambitious women who want more: money, success and personal growth. A thoughtful, smart approach to personal finance and better living.” I chose to [ Read More ]

Letting Go

The other night, a series of things happened that made me laugh until I cried. I don’t mean a chuckle, I mean tears streaming down my face to the point that my eyes got all puffy afterwards and it looked like I was having an allergic reaction of sorts. These things that made me laugh [ Read More ]

Closing the Door

I think I want to try to put myself to bed tonight, she told me on the way to school this morning. What do you mean?  I asked her. Since she was born, we have basically had the same routine each evening at bedtime. Change into pajamas. Tuck into bed. Sing special song. Turn on sound [ Read More ]