Yeast Defeated (?), Another Beast Rises (?)
On the offhand chance you haven’t been tracking this yourself, I can tell you that these are the most recent mentions, on this blog, of yeast: the 20 April 2018 post on detoxing, when I wrote that...
View ArticleThis Ain’t Nicaragua
Last summer in Nicaragua, Martin flew. He soared. He matured. He grew. If I could have found a way to stay in Nicaragua without being separated from Adrian (whose job in New York sustains our travels...
View ArticleWhen in a Rut, Turn to the Little Things
I wrote yesterday that Costa Rica isn’t boosting Martin as much as I’d hoped. I’m going to console myself today with more musings on the little things. About Martin’s birthday-party weekend, I wrote...
View ArticleMissing Pieces
When my sister and her daughters were visiting us in Costa Rica, I got to take care of my almost-two-year-old niece, Julie, for a half-day. My sister, her older daughter, my brother, and Martin were...
View ArticleHives
Martin is allergic to horses. He didn’t always present as allergic to horses. When he was four and five years old, he did hippotherapy weekly, without problems. When he was eight years old, on a visit...
View ArticleCuddly Black-and-White Bears, or Blood Sucking Worms?
“PANDAS. I have a gut feeling. It sounds like PANDAS,” said my friend Stacey. “But he’s never been a PANDAS kid,” I replied. “Plus, it didn’t come on that fast. The doctor thinks it’s parasite-related,...
View ArticleEverything Is Wrong
These past six or seven months have probably been the most challenging since we began biomedical recovery eight years ago. Martin has “tanked” before—but never so dramatically, or for so long. That’s...
View ArticleOkay. Some Things Are Right
I’m sorry. I left you hanging. I wrote a post titled “Everything Is Wrong” and then stopped posting. I’ve received so many emails over these last many months, expressing concern and wondering what...
View ArticleTarget
This happens: Martin enters our house, sees me in the kitchen, and without my saying a word or any other provocation, immediately trips into a puddle of anxiety. He asks what’s for dinner, then...
View ArticleAlone in the Park
Beginning this spring, we let Martin ride his bicycle, alone, to the park a mile from our house. Martin recently turned 11. We started allowing this when he was 10. The journey to the park involves...
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