Guys…I’m old. Seriously. I’m old. I always use to joke that I acted like an old lady. Or that because of IBD, arthritis, etc. my body is really 76 years old. But last night as I sat in the hotel lobby of one of the cutest, loudest, most millennial hotel…
Category: Mommy Advice
Taking The J-Pouch On The Road
This summer I took my J-Pouch on a multi level vacation that included flights and road trips through the Texas heat & storms. Vacationing with children and IBD can be daunting. The unpredictability of it all. But since Hippo has been born, traveling has been something I’ve tried to maintain….
Never Have I Ever
Never have I ever written a blog while in the middle of an inflammatory flare up. I will actually just lock myself away into a dark hole of blankets & old X-Files episodes. It’s probably why there are such inconsistencies with my blog as far as posts. Social media posts…
More Than Lab Rats
This piece has been entered in the Patients Have Power Writing Contest run by Clara Health designed to raise awareness about clinical trials. I am passionate about this cause and hope it will help raise much needed awareness about the power of breakthrough research. Being a single mother living with…
The Black American Patient
I’ve been incredibly hesitant about writing the following post, considering the racial temperature of the United States, whenever a person of color makes a reference to the egregious situations that plague American citizens of color and of faiths other than Christianity, they are lambasted. We are often accused of being…
Nevermind…I forgot I had beets!
Have you ever experienced sheer panic?! I mean, stomach drop to your knees, heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears, spontaneous funk sweat, mouth dry as a desert panic? The kind where you are sure this is the end of your life. You are positive death is leaning over your shoulder…
