I don’t know about you, but I’ve gotten a lot more forgetful since having kids. I assume it has something to do with all the information crammed in there. My brain is jam-packed with medical terms and therapy info and doctors’ names and phone numbers and developmental blah blah and you name it. Not to…

I am still shocked and saddened by the news that Anissa Mayhew, one of the writers here, suffered a stroke. I’ve been sending thoughts and prayers her way. It’s gotten me thinking about my own health, I have to say. I spend so much time caring for Max (who had a stroke at birth) that…

• I get excited when Max feeds himself. Then I try to get my husband to clean up the mess. • There’s a family with four kids who lives down the block. Sometimes, when I’m around their kids I think, “Wow, they got four healthy kids….” • I dread progress reports. I mean, yes, it’s…

Every year, a local branch of the Embassy Suites hotel chain throws a Halloween event for the kids in Max’s school. They go all out—they pick up the kids by shuttle van, decorate different rooms where costumed staffers hand out candy, offer a great buffet lunch and also have a room with pumpkins for the…