SPITBALLS The second heart-to-heart I ever had with my mother was in Spain when we were staying at my aunt Mariela’s apartment. Mariela lived on the top floor of a building in Madrid. My father, who is her little brother, taught me how to terrorize people from above in the form of spitballs and... Continue Reading →
Teeny Tiny Chronicles, Chapter 8: The B Word
The B Word When I was young and spunky, my parents had a friend named Fred. He was the most interesting person I knew at the time. A very wealthy man, Fred had a pool, a mansion, and a significantly younger live-in girlfriend. (I didn’t even know it was possible to live with someone with... Continue Reading →
You, specifically! Are you ready?
This week in unpopular opinions that have annoyed people: I don't think vaccines cause [insert diagnoses here]. I would rather have a child with [insert any of the above] than a child who dies from a preventable disease. Person-centered language. This isn't really an opinion; it's being a decent person who uses language that ensures... Continue Reading →
