Last night I read the book, â€œThe Giving Tree,â€ before tucking the muppets in for the night. Itâ€™s a book I remember from my childhood, as it has been a staple for generations.
As I closed the door to their room, I was overcome with nostalgia for reading comprehension. Donâ€™t we all remember the days of an English professor requesting a 10-page paper on the subtext of what the author really meant. Youâ€™d spend days thinking, itâ€™s about a tree. Maybe the author wanted the audience to understand ITâ€™S ABOUT A TREE. Continue reading
Fifty years ago the issue of prematurity rose to the forefront of the national conscious with the brief life of Patrick Bouvier Kennedy. Born at 35 weeks, a late-term preemie whoâ€™d likely have only the briefest of NICU stints today, the first child born to a sitting U.S. president since 1893 spurred the burgeoning field of neonatology after his death at less than two days old.
This week the New York Times published an op-ed on the ethics of the heroic life-sustaining measures now available to infants at increasingly younger gestational ages. It should not surprise you that this piece sent the preemie community into a tizzy. Continue reading
Yesterday was an uneventful day. There were no major mishaps, no side-splitting peals of laughter, no ear-splitting major muppet meltdowns. There were no earth-shattering revelations or once in a lifetime experiences.
It was a typical day. And our family lived our lives.
In What Alice Forgot, she forgot a decade of her life. If that were to ever happen to me â€“ these are the moments Iâ€™d miss most. Life simply happening. Continue reading