First of all, an introduction. At various points in different comment threads, I have referred to a part of my soul that is occupied by an aged British spinster librarian. She wields an umbrella. She would fit right in with… Continue Reading
We must cultivate our garden. — Voltaire, “Candide” What do we do now? After all, don’t we want to do something? Isn’t it one of those straws we are all frantically grasping at, hoping against hope to find some tiny… Continue Reading
My son is napping right now. I usually want him to sleep as long as he can. It not only means he’s a little less prone to be grouchy later in the evening, it also means I get a few… Continue Reading
On Opposite Day, we do our best* to argue in service of a position that, under normal circumstances, we argue against. Coke people might sing the praises of Pepsi, Cat people might talk about why Dogs make for superior pets, Political… Continue Reading
The other day I took the word “fiancé” out for a test run. It felt… weird. On the one hand, yay! Marriage equality! We get to use the same terms as everyone else! Instead of the blandly palatable “partner,” soon… Continue Reading
I know they are there. I am sure of it. But they elude me. Like a traveler stumbling after a dancing will-o’-the wisp, I seek them. Like a parched sojourner spying water between shifting dunes only to find sand and… Continue Reading
I know Slow Tuesday Night is the go-to blog hereabouts for original drink recipes, and I do not presume to be a mixologist of particular novelty most of the time. (I am not too humble to say that I make… Continue Reading
Daydream with me — Congress decides the question of the Earth’s shape is still open. Some members express a strong belief that it is shaped like a burrito. (I know that at least one reader will catch the reference.) Rather… Continue Reading
The bathrooms in my office remind me of my neurology professor from medical school. I can explain. Recently the cleaning service installed some sort of permanent air freshener on the inner rim of the commodes. So now the loo smells… Continue Reading
Since leaving the last stage of my training *vague mumble* years ago, I’ve been a full-fledged attending-level pediatrician in two practices. The first was in a practice owned by the local hospital, and my current one is a real-live private… Continue Reading