Goodbye, My Friend…

It's hard to acknowledge you are gone. Another car accident claims the life of a good friend. Receiving the call about your precarious condition at the hospital had the medical engineer in me terrified because most people don't come back from DAI trauma. You were most likely unaware of what was happening in your induced... Continue Reading →

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The Problem with Grief

Life plays out like a tragedy. In the end, we all die. The journey plays out like a novel, written by the hand of the indelible gods; the entropy of our lives resolved by eternal slumber. Those who remain alive, left behind by those they loved and have risen to the heavens, have to deal... Continue Reading →

#Adulting Sucks: What now?

Most of my time is spent talking about, writing or listening to my peeps about the pitfalls and peaks of adulting. My conclusion: We are all in a collective slump. Yes, there are some cool things happening - kids, weddings, promotions, per adoptions, vacations - but the underlying feeling is that society's expectations aren't meeting... Continue Reading →

And Then There Were Two…(and a dog)

When we got married, we thought children would follow quickly. Unfortunately, our first attempt to produce an heir was not successful and the road to figure out if we could become parents naturally was so uphill, and expensive, we decided to take a breather and enjoy the view. During this stop I decided we needed... Continue Reading →

On The Day of Fathers…

My life was filled with many dads that took up the responsibility of raising and loving me when my own father couldn't. Every day of my childhood was filled with the support and lessons of my male role models, who ensured I knew the difference between a good, caring, kind and intelligent man vs those... Continue Reading →

What I Do Is Not Up To You

Diana turns to Steve and exclaims: "What I do is not up to you". This phrase has been around for a long time and it defines Wonder Woman perfectly. She doesn't need anyone to tell her what she can and cannot do, and most importantly, is an independent agent who is capable of brokering her... Continue Reading →

I Was A Mom (Poem)

I was a mom once, A loving, nesting, pregnant mess of surreal possibilities, And my husband, a dad, that couldn't stop smiling. Glee poured out of his pores. We couldn't contain our happiness. For twelve weeks you brought us joy, The only kind a parent to be can feel. We were proud to call you... Continue Reading →

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