“Do you think I’ll ever run again?” “I Hope so.” Hope is never want you want to hear from a doctor. I want to hear, “Yes, absolutely, of course, you bet.” Never being much of a glass-half-full kind-of-gal, I take “I hope so” to really mean “No, but I don’t want you to start crying… Read More The Diagnosis
“Mommy wake up, something is wrong with my loose tooth.” I squinted from a dead sleep to see her little mouth, opened wide, inches away from my face. Blinking for focus, I noticed her front tooth was twisted completely sideways, perpendicular to the rest of her teeth. My stomach lurched. It was hideous. I calmed… Read More Outsmarting the Tooth Fairy
Small Town. Small Times. 