Is There A Manager On Duty?

Owen is sick.  He has croup – a typical little kid kind of viral infection that children pick up at school, on the playground, from their siblings, from public restrooms where they insist upon touching everything, from the food that they eat (off the floor – though not the floor of public restrooms, that’s disgusting), [ Read More ]


    I am unraveling. It seems like I am simultaneously standing in a hole and having dirt shoveled onto my head.  Everything is spiraling downward out of our control.  Out of my control. Out of anyone’s control. First, Owen was born and they couldn’t tell us anything about his future – would he walk? [ Read More ]