The other day, I was making cookies in the kitchen (because where else would I be making cookies? Kind of a dumb leading sentence...). If there is something I do well, it is make cookies...and my kids know it. So Annie, anxious to get a warm, gooey cookie, dragged a tall kitchen chair over to … Continue reading Literally
Hey there, Dr. Brown. Just wanted to send a little note to warn you that I'm coming to see you soon for my "check up." You and I both know that this will be my yearly opportunity to spew all of my worries on you and for you to reassure me that I'm not dying. … Continue reading Dear PCP
Yesterday (which was Saturday) I got up at 5:30am. For ANOTHER dance competition. And for a split second I thought "No...nope...no way! We're not doing this today." But 0.52 seconds into my revolt, I remembered that I'm a grown up and I have to actually follow through on things I've committed to. And my mom … Continue reading Dance mom, part deux
This morning as I was sitting at my desk reviewing patient charts, my office partner (we'll call him Dr. Patt Rones) walked in like he normally does, dropped his stuff on our couch (that's right, we're big time and have a couch in our office) and offered a chipper "good morning!" Then he walked over, … Continue reading I’m sorry, sweetie
The hand picture will make sense in a minute. Hang tight. I spend the majority of most days of my life drinking coffee. Breaks are taken here and there for working, eating, hygiene, parenting, etc., but 90% of the day you will find me with a coffee cup in my hand. I am a frequent … Continue reading That dumb thing I did: episode two
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