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 …
Continue reading The Real Epidemic: Bullshit in a Lab Coat
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”
Before everything today I just want to say rest in peace to Loretta Swit. You were adored as Hot Lips Houlihan in M*A*S*H. You willingly became a champion for women in the military as well as nursing without doing anything more than playing an honest role as a nurse in a mobile Army surgical hospital …
Continue reading The Myth of Medical Perfection (and the Reality That Follows)
