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It all depends on your grip

Those of you who subscribe to have my new post announcements emailed to you (and why don’t you all?) (just under the search box on the right) may have noticed that I posted the last post (“I want what they’re smoking”) and then after a little bit I took it down. Then a day later

I want what they’re smoking

The day after Pearlsky was born was devastating. Period. She was born around four in the afternoon, in the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) by six, but no panic buttons were yet pushed. That was the next day. The week is a blur. We were told Pearlsky would never leave the NICU. I did what I

Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head …

The day started off with a call from the ex … I think you should take physical custody of David. David is our severely disabled son in the residential program. We have joint legal custody of both Pearlsky and David, I have physical custody of Pearlsky and she has physical custody of David. Naturally, I

“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called everybody, and they meet at the bar.” ~Drew Carey

I’ve touched on this before, my thoughts on support groups. And yes, this too, is tied in with the last post and a future one. I’ll get there … Pearlsky and I used to go to an early intervention program before she was in school. It was twice a week, and to this day, I

Anonymous busybody

A couple of weeks after we took Pearlsky home from the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU), we went to a high powered lawyers office about a totally different matter. I stayed in her waiting room with Pearlsky and my (then) wife was in with the lawyer. Pearlsky was on the floor in her car carrier