Do you ever wonder if people are just tired of hearing from you? That’s been on my mind lately—more than I expected. Ever since the fertilizer hit the ventilator, I’ve had a friend tell me, “You say too much.” And maybe I do. Maybe the resurrection of this blog …
Continue reading Screaming Into the Void (And Listening for the Echo)
Fuck you, Andrew Wakefield. And Jenny McCarthy too, while we're at it. I’ve blogged about this before, but every so often, this particular rage bubble boils back to the surface like a poorly treated infection. And I get it—truly, I do. Finding out your child is autistic is life-altering. It brings …
Remember, I told you this blog would be a wild ride. Today, I'm veering back into the present—away from the epistles on oversight and regulation I’ve been steeped in lately—to talk about something stranger than fiction: the kinds of conversations you have when you’re a widow. Not long after he passed, I was asked …
Okay, back to a little bit of personal growth and the things that have happened since this blog was a regular thing back in 2020. I’ve spoken before about the loss of my husband. There are times I discount the relationship we had—not because it didn’t matter, but …
Continue reading “The Road Back: Regret, Recovery, and Redefining the Circle”
