Earlier this week, the Kansas City local news teased to a potential Ebola case in the metro. Oops, no, maybe it was typhoid. Everyone freaked out, anyway. It is as though there has never been a contagious disease outbreak in the history of humanity. Listen, we have to stop the madness....more
It was supposed to be an ordinary day.
A doctor's appointment that should have been just a check for my peace of mind for a pregnancy that had been progressing normally up until that moment.
I sat on the ultrasound table, floating in the eerie silence. Somewhere, I became aware that I heard a woman sobbing. It was that deep, shocked sort of sobbing, the kind where the person cries because there must be release, but the loss had not sunk in yet. The room was so still, so airless, that until I felt the first tiny drop of wetness onto my hand, I could not connect that the woman crying out was me.
Today, Mashable reported that Facebook and Apple have both put policies into place to pay for a woman to freeze her eggs, effectively allowing her to delay having a child.
Is this a boon? Or a creepy suggestion about how to succeed in the fast-paced, hyper-competitive world of tech?...more
There is a bell in cancer centre chemotherapy unit. Every time someone has their last treatment, they ring that bell in triumph and the unit explodes in applause.
But not me.
If I was dozing, I keep my eyes closed. If awake, I stare fixedly at my book. It's not that I'm not happy for whoever is walking away. It's just that, while I'm sick of being a cancer patient, it won't be a good day when my treatment stops.
Last week, my friend took me to a beautiful place we’d gone to over the years. It’s a short hike up to a ledge that looks out over a spectacular vista of deciduous trees in various stages of fall colors.
Oh morning sickness, you heinous beast, a rite of passage for many moms-to-be. I have a love-hate relationship with it because on one hand, I’m miserable. On the other? It’s a great sign that everything is progressing well.
As the weeks slowly pass and the nausea remains every minute of every day (just like Duchess Kate, I'm told, I’ve had a few thoughts on the subject.
Sometimes when small children see me, they are scared, and vocalize or gesticulate their fears. They tell their parents they're scared, or hide behind their parents' legs. Honestly, this saddens me; I don't want to scare anyone. I think that it's because they've not seen people with visible differences before, but I also believe it's because they have seen masks and screen characters who are depicted as evil. Think Freddy Kruger, Scarface and Two Face. Does this evil come about because the characters are lashing out over the misfortune of looking different and the associated social reactions?
I’m from Texas. I understand football and its followers. "Friday Night Lights" was popular for a reason. I know that in some communities — in Texas and throughout this country — high school football is more than a game. It’s a potent mixture of tradition, religion, entertainment and quite often, a social axis around which a community revolves.