S. was born 4 weeks 6 days early. One day sooner and he would have been sent to the NICU automatically. As it was, hospital staff reported every hour on his levels—glucose, temperature, bilirubins—and debated. He scored right at the minimum to keep him in regular care. They discharged him after two nights, citing insurance…
A morning like any other, but not at all, since J and I have an argument. We're both strung out. He's been working without a break for almost five weeks, covering a story. A snowy day, a car crash, a death, a man on trial. That story will air and J's role in it will…
Photos like this one from NASA of the Space Shuttle Endeavour's final voyage remind me of sixth grade. In sixth grade, I looked like this: This is not the look of a popular girl. Not in 1988, not ever. The perm and plaid didn't do me any favors. I was bigger than my teeny, tiny classmates…
Since my last post, I had a baby. My first. Usually when I talk about having this baby, this blessed blessed thing, I offer a long preamble explaining why this baby is so wanted and so loved. I revisit the time before him and package it in different ways, some of them bleak (so as…
Whoa. I thought I had a handle on "the story" of my childhood memory loss. I knew well (too well) my only two memories from my life until I was nearly twelve years old. I recalled well most of junior high school, so my "life narrative" really began then. I knew at what point I…
Suzanne Farrell Smith 