I cannot believe I got this done today given the amount of absolute mayhem going on around me, but the tweets are my favorite part of this one.
My doctor made a comedic reference to a “pain journal” not knowing that he just summed up an entire industry.
You could make the argument that it’s ironic that I’m starting a tradition around the mission of fighting hunger when both of my kids don’t like to eat. And you’d be right.
A two-week crash course in vision charts, phoropters, lenses and frames, and perhaps a gentle nudge to get your kids’ eyes tested.
Here is the twelve-year-old Former Congressman participating in our Halloween festivities.
I did not trick or treat with maxi pads taped to my feet, no. But everyone who knew who I was dressed as asked where that part of my costume was.
“You know what else I’ve also learned about cancer? It’s stealth. It is a stealth disease. It is so under wraps that it has invaded you before you even have a clue.”
When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
There isn’t even a name for what happened to me so I’m calling it “Just Put Down Your Damn Phone.”
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.