I have been sitting here in the book store staring blankly at an empty screen for quite a while, trying to think of what I can possibly say to other NICU parents that might be encouraging, supportive, and positive, yet not made of sparkles and unicorn farts.   I have also been sitting here quite a while because I locked myself …

I am supposed to be writing, but, uh, ummmm… Muffin. Every time I have tried to touch my computer or be productive in any way today, she has intervened. Now, I hear a lot of clanking & clinking sounds from the living room, and not one of them sounds like the clankings and clinkings of any item belonging to her. …

Muffin’s one year developmental checkup with the preemie specialist is on Monday. I hate these visits. I always feel like my baby is being made to jump through all these hoops just to satisfy somebody elses opinion of what she should be able to do, and no matter what new skill she is so proud to show off, she isn’t …

Once upon a time, on a frozen college campus littered with beer cans and cigarette butts, I, Vanessa Harris, was a Hot Chick. It lasted for approximately 11.2 seconds– and– to give you an idea of how long ago this was, we weren’t at war with anybody. A college graduate had a reasonable expectation of making a living wage in …