For fear of phantom fathers past
2:00 a.m. Saturday morning, November 28.I woke up hot and sweaty and freaked out.Freaked out because I night-daydream time traveled again, imagining when I'll be 61 and Beatrice will be a senior in high school, hoping I'll be physically healthy, that me and Mama will be financially sound, and that all my mental faculties will be intact.Like Alice in Wonderland outgrowing a room, my mind pushed beyond its skull and filled our bedroom with palatable distress, thick as goo with a sickly fluorescent green glow.Mama was in Bea's room tending to baby's teethin

Snapdragons and Psychic Wars: They happen. We're human. We're humbled. Hopefully.
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic warsMy energy's spent at last And my armor is destroyedI have used up all my weapons and I'm helpless and bereavedWounds are all I'm made ofDid I hear you say that this is victory?--Blue Oyster Cult I've been talking so much about personal

The tragic tale of the two-tooth duck-hungry zombie
Fourteen months from the womb and we're only two teeth into the light. As you can see from the photo above, Bea's punctures and gum gnawing don't pay off much other than soothing the teething beast.We tripped out for a while that Beatrice only had two teeth to date, but then other friends told us their children went a lot longer before the bulk burst through.

Family, friends and workplace weave the safety net for victims of intimate partner violence
I posted a similar version of this on my firm's HRmarketer Blog, but I'm giving it a little personal twist for GOTG.There really weren't any resources for my mother in 1972. She volunteered and then wo

How can we find anything in a miasma of misfit toys?
We lost it. Then we found it. The water marking pen for the Aquadoodle.But first we lost it. Filled it with water last night. Gave it to Bea to draw on the Aquadoodle, although she drags it down the couch, puts it in her mouth, pokes the cat with it - you name it.We lost it. We looked for it in multiple wav