I am the Queen of Denial. August 2001. Adam is 20 days old and I call the Doctor: ME: Hiya, the baby has a fever, I was just wondering how much tylenol to give him. PEDIATRICIAN: The baby? Alexander? What day was he born? ME: Late July. PEDIATRICIAN: Jessica. I need you to get dressed
The other night I came to bed with my iPhone. It didn’t seem particularly unusual to my husband since I often stream audiobooks or This American Life and listen to it instead of sports while I go to sleep. It was a cold night, so I turned my back to my husband, cradled the iPhone
If you haven’t yet read last weeks tech tip, you’ll want to take note of it first, then return here. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. Hopefully you’ve spent the last week with your toolbar installed and thumbing up sites and pages that you enjoy. I also hope that you’ve connected with a few friends from your
I’m a blogger, I’m not a citizen journalist, and I make no claims that I’m fair, balanced, thoughtful or even correct every day. I can offer you honesty. Not everyone is prepared for honesty, it’s not always pretty. Since it looks like the info will be leaked soon anyhow, I’ll let you know that I’ve
I woke up (before dawn – thank you sleepover boys) to an email that wrapped up with: I’m pretty sure you hung the moon. Who ever would tell me that? I love my husband. There is no but, I have wonderful girlfriends, and we support each other, and challenge one another to be better, stronger,
My undergraduate degree is in the sciences because I didn’t want to have to write any essays.