You may have noticed Monday’s incomplete post about waiting. At the time, I was in the waiting room at my physiatrist’s office.  On tap was my treatment for a frozen shoulder, namely a corticosteroid injection into the shoulder capsule (to reduce inflammation) and manual manipulations to break up the scar tissue that’s been keeping my […]

“Please,” I said, through tears.  Salty, danger-on-the-highway-inducing tears.  “Please let’s just take this exit.  We can go to the beach.” I didn’t really expect him to say yes, I just needed to fight. “You know I can’t” he said, looking out of the window transfixed as the exit for Half Moon Bay passed us by. […]

… I’m pretty sure that doesn’t make me a bad mom.  Pretty sure… I probably shouldn’t take so much delight in the odd looks I get from passersby in Premier Liquor when M and I walk down the aisles with little G in his car seat in the shopping cart, but there it is.  I […]

I know… not usually sound advice.  But apparently in the case of my frozen shoulder, it is. I’ve been dealing with increasing shoulder pain and decreasing shoulder mobility since G was born.  For a while I chalked it up to stiffness from holding G in my left arm so often. Eventually when it started to […]

Somehow, his feet moved. Left. Right. Left. Right. As if walking were actually an involuntary reflex propelling him forward. Had he remembered the napkin?  He always wrote on napkins, why was that? Pat the coat pocket.  Pat the back pocket.  Dig in the pants pocket. No napkin. But here he was, feet now lead, sinking […]