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 ]

Careful What You Put In the Suggestion Box.

Apparently (referencing my last post), there was no manager on duty.  Or he was on duty, but on a break.  Or he’s just giving us the finger from behind the register. While I was at a Parker’s therapy appointments with her yesterday, I got a frantic call from our nanny letting me know that Owen [ Read More ]