More than pajamas

Last week, my mother stayed the night with me. I walked through the living room after she had gone to bed, and she emerged from her room to go to the bathroom. I didn’t expect to see her, so when I caught her profile in my peripheral, I screamed and danced a manic jig. Naturally. [...]

Name That Gene, the 6-month edition

It’s time for Name That Gene part dos.

And we’re back!

It’s evident that my blogging comes and goes like Owen’s ability to eat solid foods, which is to say that some days are appetizing like sweet potatoes and others are more like “butternut squash + spitup down my shirt.” I’ve previously expressed my fear of introducing Owen to solid foods since doing so would bring [...]