This is the image I’ve seen twice a day for almost three weeks straight now … The intensive care unit opens for visitations twice a day, for half an hour each time. As I’ve previously mentioned, the experience reminds me of a cattle call. Visiting time nears, and a small crowd gathers outside the sliding… Read More Waiting …
It’s now been over three weeks since my mom went into cardiac arrest. Physically, she is stable, and it doesn’t seem like she’s going to crash now. At least, not anytime soon.
Yet, she still hasn’t shown any overt signs of consciousness. And so, the waiting continues. At this point, we have to plan for the long haul, because it’s clear my mom’s situation isn’t going to be resolved any time soon.… Read More Hope is a Steak Knife
My mom used to drive down to San Diego every now and then to visit for a few days. Every time she came, she would bring a large box full of snacks and supplies. One time, she brought with her a plastic container filled with homemade mango salsa. I was impressed. I had never known… Read More My Mom’s Ingenuity
Some of you know that I’m a self-professed awkward hugger. To be clear, I don’t dislike hugging. I’m just … weird at it. Clearly, I’m even weirder at it when I’m being directed to hug my parents: Ever since my dad suffered his aneurysm in 2014, things have been rough for my mom. My and Melissa’s wedding… Read More Staged Awkward Hugs Are Even Awkwarder
My sister and I agree that we inherited our dancing ability from our mom. Here’s a clip from my wedding mother-son dance (or rather, our combined father-daughter/mother-son dance — sorry, Melissa, for not including the footage of you and your dad): None of this was practiced beforehand, by the way. I never even told my… Read More Dancing Queen
We’ve been here before. We’ve done this before. Flying halfway around the world … rushing into the ICU, not knowing what to expect … waiting … waiting … waiting for any sign of consciousness … finding hope in the tiniest eye movement … The good news is that she’s alive. The bad news is that… Read More Hoping for Sanity
The last time I saw you, you had come over to help with some electrical work at our house. Which is to say … you had come over to do some electrical work at our house while I watched and pretended to help, because really, I know jack sh!t about electrical work. Afterwards, I offered… Read More The Dinner We Never Had
Even more surprising was the contrast in how people interpreted this — specifically, comments on social media pointing to Ford’s relative stoicism as a sign that she was lying. According to these comments, she was working hard to seem upset, but not doing a convincing job at it.… Read More What Emotions Revealed in the Ford-Kavanaugh Hearing
My physique today is sustainable and accommodates my love of milkshakes and all things frozen. Plus, I actually look better than I did before I started training for the competition, when I was lifting and climbing regularly, but not fasting.
Intermittent fasting itself does take discipline, but for me at least, it’s far more manageable than the level of exercise I would need to engage in so that I could eat anything I wanted.… Read More Intermittent Fasting Lets Me Eat Like a Pig
There’s a new scientific study that concluded that double-spacing after periods is better than single-spacing.
As both a writer and a former scientist, I feel compelled to respond. Now, to be upfront, aside from being both a writer and a former scientist, I am also an obstinate single-spacer, so I don’t purport to be objective.… Read More Bad Science