Getting the Prescription Filled
Seventeen years ago, my fingers hurt so much that I couldn’t button my shirt or pick up my grandbabies. A rheumatologist diagnosed it as osteoarthritis, a chronic disease that, she said, could only be maintained (not healed) via drugs. She prescribed Vioxx. My husband said to me as we drove home, “Now we know the…
What Are YOU Pointing At?
My oldest grandson was a late talker, so he pointed. Not that he couldn’t. He just wouldn’t. He preferred to point and make cute little “uh uh” sounds. And, you’d better believe we were on point to respond to his “uh uh’s” and his point. We were those kinds of grandparents who doted on our…
What Are YOU Pointing At?
What Are YOU Pointing At? Yesterday my daughter, Staci, shared a story with me about a friend who was “delighting” in sharing about his young granddaughter. She’s not talking much yet, but she sure can point to what she wants. She knows that whatever she points to — she’s going to get. In fact, her…