There was a time when my mind was as sharp as a newborn’s first tooth.  My mind could rattle off phone numbers, names, dates, and birthdays, both human and canine.  My mind was especially popular at parties; I was always a first round pick for trivial pursuit. Then Sun-Bun arrived and somewhere between her reflux and apparent sleep allergy (my personal diagnosis) something happened to my mind – it wasn’t as sharp as pre-pregnancy.  I figured my mind, much like (...Read More)

We are in the dog days of summer and I have done my very best to avoid the inevitable fact that I am going to need to wear a swimsuit or find a good reason to spend summer in the Arctic (where I can visit my distant cousin, the beluga). It has become impossible to continue hanging out around the barbecue in my cover-up, swearing “I’ll be right in” but then finding every reason in the world to refill everyone’s (...Read More)

In Arizona, like much of the Southwest, summer time is hot. Not hot like “oh wow, it’s really warm today,” we are talking blazing hot. Surface of the sun hot. Forget frying an egg on the sidewalk hot, think more like egg evaporating before it hits the ground hot. When Sun-Bun and Pookie were babies and before I returned to work, I would escape the brutal surface-of-the-sun-hot months by retreating to my parent’s home in Canada, where I gladly swapped (...Read More)