An aspect of motherhood that I stupidly, BLINDLY did not foresee was this: going anywhere requires divine intervention.  As it turns out, people have packed for and ascended Mt. Everest in less time than it takes me to assemble the diaper →MORE...

When she cries, my entire world stops spinning.  Her lip quivers and my heart breaks.  A tear rolls down her cheek and my arms ache with the need to pull her closer, closer, ever closer.  Her face turns red and my →MORE...

It all began innocently enough. When Donald returned to work, Charlotte and I decided it was high time that she spent a little time on her belly.  So I laid out a thick knit blanket on the floor and I placed →MORE...

After spending three of four straight nights red and feverish and shaking from chills, I called the doctor on Tuesday morning and requested that he call in a prescription for antibiotics.  For one reason or another, I seemed unable to shake →MORE...