In case there was any question they’re little fighters.
Tonight I was plunking away on a project for work. I was scrolling back and forth within a PowerPoint presentation looking for that magical light bulb moment when my brain decided to respond.
But instead of an ingenious idea guaranteed to garner a raise and promotion, instead the recesses of my mind decided it was time for a trip back down the rabbit hole. Continue reading
I write a monthly column over atÂ AlliOSNews. Itâ€™s a techie site â€“ extolling all the goodies and gunpowder on the Apple OS. (SHINY TOY!) Iâ€™m TechMom. And these are my stories on how technology is really used. This is what you must deal with, as I am a Silicon Valley nerd by day.
Iâ€™m well aware itâ€™s Thursday. TechMom Tuesday is typically published the first Tuesday of every month, and this month I’m allÂ nostalgic about the future. (Oxymoron on purpose unless you’ve got a flux capacitor.) I reserve the right to rant more or less as the technical goings-on, wellâ€¦go on. Continue reading
I write a monthly column over atÂ AlliOSNews. Itâ€™s a techie site â€“ extolling all the goodies and gunpowder on the Apple OS. (SHINY TOY!) Iâ€™m TechMom. And these are my stories on how technology is really used. This is what you must deal with as I am a Silicon Valley nerd by day.
(I think this is the first time this was actually posted on a Tuesday here. Â But full disclosure, this was posted over atÂ AlliOSNewsÂ for all things Apple last Tuesday. TechMom Tuesday is typically published the first Tuesday of every month. I reserve the right to rant more or less as the technical goings-on, wellâ€¦go on.) Continue reading
As we celebrated the birth of our nation this past holiday weekend, I thought it only appropriate to harken back to the days of yore. To revisit a significant period in our nationâ€™s history and perhaps discuss the impact it has on us today.
I am, of course, referring to the late 1980s when oodles of children sat at their Apple IIgsâ€™ and played Oregon Trail from Disc 1 of 2 theyâ€™d just inserted into the floppy drive. Continue reading
I bet you think you know the outlaw couple Bonnie and Clyde. Youâ€™re picturing a sepia colored old-timey photo arenâ€™t you? With a couple, complete with Tommy Guns, grimacing back at the Kodak Box Camera.
Two grizzled Depression era baddies â€“ legends and lovers of the gangster era. Bankrobers of the Barrow gang â€“ brothers and buddies capturing Americaâ€™s attention as public enemy sweethearts No. 1. The stuff of Hollywood gold. Continue reading
I remember being 5; I was in kindergarten. We were sitting on the rug (I sat next to Greg Thurner. Iâ€™m pretty sure I loved him.) The VCR was wheeled into the classroom. A national tragedy was occurring. The space shuttle Challenger had exploded. Continue reading
Disclaimer: This was a paid review forÂ BlogHer Book ClubÂ but the opinions expressed are my own. (And yes, I was allowed to dislike the book. But I didnâ€™t.)
Have you ever found yourself amid the mundane of your routine and suddenly thought to yourself that this tiny unremarkable moment may be worth noting? Continue reading
Fragile Beginnings: Discoveries and Triumphs in the Newborn ICU is not an easy read.
Told from the perspective of Dr. Adam Wolfberg, both a perinatologist and preemie dad, the pages are filled with emotional triggers to send me back to my own NICU experience. His daughter, Larissa, was born at 26 weeks when her mother suddenly went into labor. She then suffered a Grade IV brain bleed. (Larissa, not her mom.)
Interspersed throughout the story are thick science discussions about the complex world of saving tiny babies â€“ sometimes to the point of pushing Larissaâ€™s story to the periphery. What can be done for them? How far has tiny baby care come in just a few short years? What are the lasting effects of extreme efforts to save a child? And when is it too much; is palliative care sometimes kinder â€“ a question not of â€œcan it be done,â€ but â€œshould it be done.â€ Continue reading
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, â€™twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parliâ€™ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old Englandâ€™s overthrow;
By Godâ€™s mercy he was catchâ€™d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King! Continue reading
It seems a sad state of society that each generation must face an event that burns an everlasting memory into the psyche. Where were you the day of innocence lost?
December 7, 1941: â€œA date which will live in infamy.â€
November 23, 1963: The world watched a little boy salute his fatherâ€™s coffin.
September 11, 2001: â€œTerrorism against our nation will not stand.â€