Who Dat! Today I’m Like All New Orleanians: Chronically Crazy

It's Carnival/Mardi Gras season in Nola, where beads throw on trees; king cakes are in everyone’s shopping carts, seen being transported on airplanes, and gobbled by mouths of all sizes; floatloads of beads are coming soon; and my daughters' school gets out early on parade days as it and our house are in "the box," … Continue reading Who Dat! Today I’m Like All New Orleanians: Chronically Crazy

FibroOURalgia & a New Grief Stage

{Find a typo, get a purple prize ribbon.} Junebug calls fibromyalgia “fibroYOURalgia.” Her 4–y-o vocabulary is boundless, her grammar quite thoughtful. I wish I didn’t have to answer my daughters’ questions of, “Why will your fibroyouralgia never go away?” “How can you still take me to the playground even though you have fibroyouralgia?” But in … Continue reading FibroOURalgia & a New Grief Stage