Archive for August, 2004



The Germs. They’re Out to Get Me.

For most of my adult life (and my childhood, for that matter, ever since my tonsillectomy in kindergarten) getting sick has not been an issue. It happens once in awhile — on the average of once a year, I’d guess — but it never really gets in the way. I can’t breath well for a […]

My Baby is Not a Toy

Although he is small, soft, cute, makes interesting noises and so far shows only a limited amount of conscious control of himself, Simon is not a toy. Of course, that doesn’t stop me — and others — from doing what we can to amuse ourselves at his expense. We tell ourselves that we’re helping him […]