Siblings Aren't Really Family, At Least Under FMLA

Earlier this week I happened across this article in The Atlantic regarding the Family Medical Leave Act (FMLA) and its restrictions, particularly on how it defines family. The article details the case of Barbara Sapharas , whose brother became disabled in a workplace accident. He needed help caring for his children, and could not walk or drive....more
As a mother who also has a now adult child with autism, I total understand your concerns, I ...more

Waning

The poor boy inherited his mother’s bad throat.A crummy night’s sleep, an overtaxing day, a demanding week, and there they go: the tonsils. Swelling, scratching, kissing, and aching–tender tonsils manifest the stress....more

Eighty-One

My father enjoys sitting in the dark.Sometimes he sits outside, but mostly he sits in the little TV and computer room that my parents made out of one of the spare bedrooms.  It may be late at night, but he keeps all the lights off.  I may see the glow of the television as I walk by; aside from the news shows, my Dad likes watching serials and movies about murders and gangsters and investigations, the bloodier the better.  The ones where the wife kills the husband (or vice-versa) seem to be his favorite....more

When work is the escape...

I have never been more thankful that I gave up teaching than I am today. If I were a teacher, I would not be heading to work. Instead, I would be living the life fantastic -- cleaning and cooking and preparing for Thursday's big bash at my leisure. Lucky me! I get to go to work. (I am not being sarcastic.)...more

Parenting as a Survivor of Abuse.

#SpermGuilt & Gender Disappointment

“The spine looks…  uhhh… puhh-retty… gah-oood” the technician with the wand on my wife’s gelatin covered belly said in the slowest way possible.  The room that we were in for our 20 week anatomy scan was smaller than my first dorm room and as dark as a December night except for the glow coming from the black and white screen....more

Sex Day!!! (Finding Out)

It’s 4:23AM on Thursday, November 20th 2014 and Lynette comes back to bed after a “nervous poop”.  I’m as jealous as a pearl-less oyster.  When I’m nervous I lock up as though my bowels are a series of dry ropes and rusty wrenches.I go into the bathroom and eventually drop one single, simple and sad musket ball and when I get up I realize that I’ve been on the toilet for much too long.  I’m the newborn shaky-legged deer on pins and needles feet....more

1st Black Ice Encounter in 2014

Driving mom to Day Program is like being in a scene from the movie, "Ground Hog Day," as she repeats the same comments as if for the first time every morning.One of her comments since we moved to this location is about the subdivision road we travel to get to the main road. Mom comments about the two sharp turns we travel down to the main road.  Her morning comment is, "I hate to see these turns in the winter."...more

Dads Don't Talk

It was 6:11PM on a Tuesday when the text came in…“I’m pretty much freaking out at this point so it will be a good time to interview.  Will we be covering ‘not ready for this shit’ anxiety?”I imagined my neighbor Kevin in a moment of weakness frantically thumbing it out on the phone like a meth head with a tiny Pac-Man cabinet.  Maybe he was hiding in the bathroom.  Maybe he was at work.  After all, he is the Vice Principal at a school.  He could have seen one too many shitty kids and decided that he didn’t want to deal with it....more