To The American Congress of Obstetricians and Gynecologists (ACOG): Continue reading
An open note to ACOG
Month: January 2016
Thoughts & happenings!
The other day at work I signed a check payable to Vag Transportation. This made me smile. Continue reading
Dead flowers & love notes
Some blog worthy shit’s been going down at work, so I thought it might be time for an Extreme People Who Suck; Workplace Edition type post. Although, actually, not all these people suck. But, in this particular situation, at first I was pretty much like, “Oh hayyyyy-ll no! You fo’ real?” And now, I’m just pleasantly befuddled. Maybe. Sort of. Continue reading
The parking garage attendant – so many updates
Tragedy changes things. In a matter of seconds nothing is as it was. Nor will it ever be again. It’s as though someone violently shook the snow globe representing your world, and no longer do you recognize your surroundings. Nor do many of your surroundings recognize you. Continue reading
Tavern-stamping my way through life
A few years ago, during the economic downturn, I’d just begun employment with an accounting firm. Pretty soon after, I met an (eventually) infamous intern (later nicknamed Tavern). Due to the common cut-backs in hiring of this era, most interns were super concerned with proving their worth. But not Tavern. Tavern was living the (new) American dream – life with a huge trust fund in his back pocket, where a day at the office was indistinguishable from a day at the frat house. Continue reading
A heart made of gold
I post many negative honest things. I can’t help it. After losing a child, you’re quickly engulfed in a shitstorm of devastation and anger among other emotions. And, to make matters worse, so many don’t understand child loss or grief, so you’re also subjected to others’ insensitive words or actions. Continue reading
That time I banned Mark from support group
Last week I texted with an out-of-town loss mom friend, and we vowed to meet in person one day. Because we’d love to meet. And we’d love for our husbands to meet. One reason being neither of our husbands attend support group. Hers has never attended. And Mark attended just once, which I told her there’s a story behind. Continue reading
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