We all love continuity, we love the flow and we love how things follow in order. We love our memories to be intact and progressive, we don’t like it when things are hidden in suspense. 579 more words
From the Feathered Sleep
I’ll say it every day until the day I die: MORNING. SICKNESS. IS. BULLHONKEY.
Here’s chiefly why: the prefix ‘morning’ implies the AM. The golden light of dawn. 1,400 more words
As a personal trainer, I get asked by most male clients my age whether exercise can help the “down there…” problem. I inform them if your doctor has ruled out heart disease, enlarged prostate, diabetes, clogged blood vessels, Parkinson’s disease, etc;, then the prognosis for the down their problem is looking up (pun intended). 258 more words
With three kids and two grown ups in the house it feels as if we’re constantly rolling from one minor illness to another. The steady stream of runny noses, stuffy noses, coughs and traces of fevers that happens no matter how many Vitamin C foods I try to pack into our diets. 715 more words
I had always looked forward to one day being pregnant – blooming and being able to eat what I wanted. Lovely. What’s not to like? 427 more words