This year, for my birthday, Linette ordered a “weighted blanket” for me. Well, it came today, and I’m laying under it right now, struggling to fill my lungs. I can see the appeal. It’s comforting. It’s like the lead apron you have to wear at the dentist’s office when you’re having X-rays taken. I’ve yet […]
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Almost a half-century ago, on this very day, the woman pictured here had a baby. And that baby grew up to be me.
The above photo of my mom and dad, I’m told, was taken when my mother was about six months pregnant. So, according to WebMD, my skin would have still been transparent, and I would have just been starting to produce white blood cells to help fight disease and infection. My parents, as you can see, […]
[A big thank you to my friends Scott and Sarah who commissioned this drawing of me for my birthday, even if it did allow me to slip out of my blogging responsibilities on the national day of protest against government surveillance.]
I can’t recall the specifics, but, in recognition of the important work I’ve done on this blog over the past decade, a well respected member of the United Nations came forward several years ago and suggested that the people of the earth, from that day forward, should refer to the Tuesday before my birthday each […]
On this day, many, many years ago, I was pulled from the womb of my unconscious mother with forceps. Later, according to my mother’s account, when a nurse brought me to her, she refused to take me, saying, “No, I haven’t had my baby yet.” A few friends and loved ones seem to think that […]