My dad is a neonatologist, meaning he cares for the preemies that are whisked away in incubators before their mothers even have a chance to hold them. It’s a tough job, I’m sure, but rewarding to help many of them make up for lost uterine time and catch up with their eight-pound-at-birth behemoth counterparts. It’s surprising how prospective parents wish …
A cautionary tale, or mathematical parable? I recently experienced an inexcusable judgmental moment, one that could be a learning opportunity for all of us, unless you’re not as ignorant as I was. As you’ve probably guessed, it all started with a toilet problem. The details do not beg elaboration. I hired a plumber to install a new 1.8 gpf porcelain throne. Sometimes I …