Love and Drugs

Fingers.¬† Brady plops them into his mouth every single chance he gets. At six months, I’m sure it’s not an uncommon¬†occurrence. His chubby litte digits explore the world he lives in and give him all sorts of information, guided by his countless curiosities. He can’t keep out of anything. Which is normal. But I still … More Love and Drugs

The Pregnancy Paradox

I looked down at the birth announcement a friend handed me. A tiny, pink baby lay sleeping in a laundry basket in one square, and in the next, two parents whose faces absolutely radiated that over-the-moon, once-in-a-lifetime happiness. The six-pound, nine ounce baby girl born at 4:39pm- the child, as the card stated, “for which … More The Pregnancy Paradox