This blog post is sponsored by the CHPA's Stop Medicine Abuse educational program. I was compensated to attend the event but all opinions here are my own. When I was growing up, I always enjoyed chatting over the kitchen table with my parents. I liked that I could complain about school or confess my latest crush over a glass of iced tea and a cookie, while they spent time … [Read more...]
The Gift of Shared Misery
When I look back at my childhood, it occurs to me that my best memories come from the shared misery my two sisters and I endured at the hands of my parents. Sharing the back seat of the family Volvo for numerous trips to my uncle’s dairy farm, often with bags of cow manure for my father’s organic garden in the trunk. The three of us had to figure out different ways to … [Read more...]
