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Women who are currently queasy, may have previously been queasy, or are actively avoiding vomiting do not, I repeat do not, want to engage in consensual sexual activity of any sort.
This announcement may also apply to any woman who is currently A) just off her period; B) on her period, or C) [...]

Men are pussies.
You heard me. Pussies.
Remember how The Poo and I had the plague for a month?
Remember when I was getting ready to haul shit across two time zones, five states and 1,400 miles in all of six days?
Remember when I was still sick after we got home?
Remember when I found out I am pregnant?
All [...]

It was inevitable that I would catch The Poo’s cold. After all, two days ago she woke me up by vomiting mucus and juice all over me at 6 a.m.
I felt the tickle in the back of my throat Thursday while driving home from New York, and today I feel like death. I wanted a [...]

The Poo is wretchedly ill. Again.
She went to bed late last night, wound like a top from her fourth and final Christmas gift-opening extravaganza. Her cousins were here and they frolicked and fought like they always do, wearing each other out.
I wrangled her into a much-needed bath around 8:45 p.m. and then finally into [...]

My husband has the plague.
The same plague that, er, plagued The Poo and I for the past 12 days. She and I are just about at the tail end of it, but folks, I gotta tell ya, it is still kicking my ass.
By 5 p.m. I’m ready for a hot toddy and my cool sheets.
So, [...]

Three years ago right now I stood in the kitchen of a downtown loft apartment, teary-eyed and craving the comfort of a cup of coffee.
The locket I normally wore around my neck was pooled inside my nervous palm, a necklace given to my mother by my father on the occasion of her 21st birthday. Inside [...]

The Poo finally decided that swallowing her own vomit was maybe not such a good idea.
Unfortunately, she decided to let it all hang loose during lunch.
At a restaurant.
She was eating the first meal she’s taken since she came down with this plague on Monday, her beloved grilled cheese. Just as she asked for a second [...]

Our trip back to Chambana was - surprise! - a total nightmare.
We were delayed two hours in the airport, and then we sat on the tarmac for an hour before take-off. The Poo was decidedly cranky, and it was freakishly hot. Apparently, those of us lucky enough to be seated in the back of the [...]

The Poo: Mommy! Read this to me.
Mommy: The little dog laughed to see such a sight, and the dish ran away with the spoon.
Daddy: (sotto voce) Hey, you pretend you’re a dish and I’ll pretend I’m a spoon. Whaddaya say?

If ever there was a day in which an extra hour was not needed, it was Sunday.The Poo was downright ornery from the minute she woke up an hour early (thank you, DST) to the minute we laid her down in her crib at 6 p.m., justifying the premature bedtime with the thought that somewhere [...]