Category Archives: Social Commentary

The Day He Taught Me To Play

  I like to volunteer. It gives me a sense of satisfaction, a direct course of action, and a frame of reference. Lately I have joined a couple of new causes, and defining my roles with them is an ongoing process. One day last week, my to-do list was long, and each undertaking had a specific window of time for… Read more »

The Day Grandmom Smacked My Head

In certain circles, my mouthiness is the stuff of lore, and I’m known to be short-tempered, too. There was the time I was behind the wheel as a student at Penn State with a friend in the passenger’s seat. Mounds of snow were everywhere, and the parking lot was slick with ice. As I carefully backed my brown Dodge Colt… Read more »

The Day I Had Beer with Breakfast

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote here on the blog about how I’ve been living (some days, just existing) with chronic pain.  The pain specialist I saw prescribed a medication to determine if the pain is neurological.  The good news is, the meds have kicked in. The bad news is—you guessed it—the meds have kicked in. The first dose left me… Read more »

The Day of The Special

amy   November 10, 2016   No Comments on The Day of The Special

I rolled my eyes at Baby #4’s nursery school teacher last week. She had handed me a packet of papers for his turn to be “The Special Person of the Day.” I immediately thought of The Lego Movie, and thought I should send him to school with a glue lid strapped to his back. Come on, I am all for… Read more »

The Day I Modeled for Cancer

  I first met Betty while oncology nurses attempted to start an IV in my arm for chemo. She was receiving treatment next to me, and the expression on her face told me everything I needed to know about her. It was obvious she was having trouble remaining in her chair and hooked up to her own IV. What she… Read more »

The Day I Reassured a New Mom

  “You hear that baby crying?” asked my youngest child. Who didn’t? We were standing in the oral care aisle at Target, and the sound of wailing filled the Health and Beauty department. Baby #4 looked at me with concern, patiently waiting for me to seek out the source of the noise and to promptly shush it. It didn’t sound… Read more »

The Day No T-Shirt Slogan Worked

Throughout this essay, the quotes depicted are found on actual t-shirts for sale on the Internet. My breast implants are shifting. The plastic surgeon warned me two years ago that it would likely happen. At the time, I had just finished up an intense year of multiple surgeries, chemotherapy, and radiation. I was set to begin physical therapy to increase… Read more »