DoctorMama

I recruited two! fresh maggots just yesterday (don’t let me down, J and S, and to S in particular: SLOW DOWN), and that and Kylie and procra...

(Started to put the following in the comments after Jess’s, but it got too long.) Part of the reason I doubt I’ll ever give up this blog –...

[Nanaphiles, take heart: soon I will describe my delicately finessed cease-fire.] TH and I celebrated our tenth anniversary. Also, a new c...

How did I not notice this? I HAVE GONE SILVER. Or white. Or gray. Or something really old-sounding. When I look in the mirror, to me it...

Running Do you have any idea how often I have to remind myself to take my own advice? Confession: this winter I am barely hanging on to my ...

Why, why do I not ask you all for advice more often? You are so wise. Jul hit it when she said: “So WHY did I waste all that time trying t...

HB said something to me last night that creeped me out so much I couldn’t fall asleep for a couple of hours. We were cuddling before he went...

I’m betting at least a few of you have been directed here because you made a New Year’s resolution to start running. So: Looking for inspi...

I am gloating over a major conquest. Jo has joined the Maggot Corps: I’m running because if I don’t get outside and move fast down the str...

I got in the cab (wearing a ridiculous outfit —I was traveling home and these were the leftover clean clothes) and chirped “Good morning! Ho...

TH took HB camping for the night. HB prepared for this by donning a shirt and tie and packing his knitting. Originally I had planned for som...

One of the most popular searches that bring people to my site continues to be “boys who wear tights” or some variation thereof. I’m really h...

I think I can now say, six months in, that my new outlook is pretty robust. I recently went through a rough on-call three-day weekend, fol...

She behaved herself. She wore capris and a black top. She said nothing untoward, forward, or bloggable. I am so disappointed. As a conso...

... and then they turn into flies. Boy, do I love a good hot-weather run. Muscles loose, no extra clothing, the amazed stares of neighbors...