“Can I please have an iced coffee? No sweetener, please,” I said to the girl behind the counter at the coffee shop. The snow was falling fast outside, but she expertly kept her eyebrows steady at my request for an almost frozen beverage. “Sure thing.” Her hands deftly hit the right buttons on the ordering pad. Without looking up, she…
The first flight out was jumbly, with the plane riding into some kind of air pocket right after takeoff, eliciting audible screams from some of us. (No, not from me. Turns out that, if things get scary, I resort to frantically saying the F word under my breath whilst clutching the arm rest.) Once the plane hit some smooth air,…
A few weeks ago, we were in Venice and I almost walked right into the canal because I saw a lady with an insulin pump on her waist and a CGM sensor on her arm, speaking Italian to the shopkeeper and casually wearing her pancreas on her hip. The flurried rush of emotions – excitement, understanding, the urge to shout “one…
“Miss! Your tail!” the lady behind me called out, touching my elbow. I looked behind me and sure enough, my insulin pump tubing – my tail – had come loose from underneath my shirt and wrapped itself around the metal shelving at CVS. I was two steps away from pulling out my site, three steps away from jacking up the…
Wild Kratts have invaded my house in a big way. It’s okay, because Birdy loves watching them and she learns all this random stuff about animals. (“MOM! The lion’s mane is the same color as the savannah grass,” yelled from her car seat as we’re driving. So I’m learning too, apparently.) She dons her version of a creature power suit…