My memories of the pediatrician are few, but the ones that I do have are very distinct. Whether it was a yearly check-up, immunizations or a sick visit, my Mom (a nurse) was, by default, better equipped than my Dad to accompany us to the doctor. Plus, like a lot of us, my Dad’s kryptonite … Read More about Hit Me With Your Best Shot.
My first day back at work after the holiday was a rude awakening. Within a few hours of being at the office, I found that my company had decided to take a less aggressive approach in scripted development and ultimately changed their direction. With that, I was out of a job. I had worked in … Read More about Houston, We Have A Problem.
After stuffing myself with hash-brown casserole and cheese grits for almost two weeks in Atlanta, we headed back to the airport to fly north, to Philadelphia, to see my parents and one of my brothers. Once again, we caught a lucky break and Ava slept like a mummy in her sling during the entire flight. … Read More about Cousin Eddie, Yuengling And Pierogies.
As children, my parents would insist on taking me and my younger brothers to the local shopping mall to see one of ‘Santa’s Helpers’ a few days before Christmas. It was the only mall for miles in an extremely rural area, so it kinda came off as a hillbilly meet-up. I couldn’t believe my Mom … Read More about Santa’s Pink Pig.
Flying the red-eye with an infant isn’t as glamorous as banging a flight attendant in a 737 bathroom on the way to your buddy’s bachelor party in Vegas, but it does have its perks. Wait, no, it doesn’t. It doesn’t have any perks. Welcome to being the disease. If you want to know what it … Read More about Da Plane! Da Plane!