I Went to Home Goods and Learned that Retail Therapy is Not About Buying Things

Last February, when we still took things like air travel and shopping for granted,  I wrote a blog post about how validating it was for me, a lifelong germaphobe who refused to touch subway poles, taxi door handles and elevator buttons, to watch the whole world start to adopt hygiene habits that I’d practiced for years. … Continue reading I Went to Home Goods and Learned that Retail Therapy is Not About Buying Things

Thanks, Coronavirus, for Turning Everyone into a Germaphobe Like Me

Have you ever stumbled upon an unknown indie band and fallen in love with their music, followed them for years until one day they get discovered and start getting airplay on major radio stations? And suddenly everyone goes nuts over this “new” band and you’re all like “Puh-leez, I’m a REAL fan, I found them … Continue reading Thanks, Coronavirus, for Turning Everyone into a Germaphobe Like Me

Having Knee Surgery Didn’t Scare Me; Here’s Why

Yesterday I had surgery to repair a torn meniscus, which is a cartilage in the back of the knee. The photo above is me back in my hospital room after the successful procedure, doped up on enough morphine to kill a small horse. I have a very high pain threshold which is both a blessing … Continue reading Having Knee Surgery Didn’t Scare Me; Here’s Why

The Year in Review from The Mom Who Knew Too Much

Dear Reader,  Happy New Year! By now I’m guessing you’ve all had your fill of corny “2020” jokes, so I’d like to take this opportunity to recap the central issues this blog has addressed since its inception nearly 2 years ago.   You’ll also be getting an update on the progress (and regression) I’ve seen in my … Continue reading The Year in Review from The Mom Who Knew Too Much

The Worst Thanksgiving Ever

We never really had any longstanding Thanksgiving traditions when I was growing up. We weren’t that family. I don’t even think we ate turkey. There were no rustic, autumnal colors, no cornucopia on the table. It was just dinner at my grandparents who were post war immigrants from Eastern Europe. The meal would be warm … Continue reading The Worst Thanksgiving Ever