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Children, especially our own, seem especially competent at guilelessly pointing out our flaws and insecurities. “From the mouths of babes,” is, after all, a proverb for a reason. For a few months not long ago, my four-year-old took to drawing portrait after portrait of her loved ones—stick-figured, crazy-haired, one giant black eye staring right at… Continue reading Mouths of Babes

I was curious as to what kind of person decides to specialize in physical therapy for vaginas. I mean, I’m no medical expert, but I do have a vagina, and I couldn’t imagine that there are many exercises one can do for it. This is what I was thinking while sitting in the sterile, gray… Continue reading Physical Therapy for Vaginas

I have logged in to MyFitnessPal for 50 days straight. For 50 days, I have diligently entered every morsel of food that has entered my mouth, including my 10-calorie, submarine-sized Omega 3 pill—a regrettable 500 calories of fish oil that I have consumed over the course of this MyFitnessPal journey instead of a giant, fluffy… Continue reading Fat Breath

My mom has this story she likes to tell that I’ve always believed is totally fiction. This isn’t out of the ordinary—my mom has lots of stories that are, um, exaggerated to say the least. There are the multiple times she has broken out of restraints at the doctor’s office and kicked some healthcare professional… Continue reading An Incidental Finding of a Gastric Foreign Body 25 Years After Ingestion

When I was in my mid-20s, I had the good fortune to live in Sydney, Australia during the 2000 Summer Olympics. I was also lucky to snag a job working for NBC on their coverage of the Games. I wasn’t doing anything spectacular, just logging tape mostly.  The job did, however, afford me press credentials… Continue reading Sorry, Bob Costas