It’s true what they say, you know—the crystal really doesn’t fall far from the cluster. 
Happy Mothers’ Day to all the moms out there—I’m spending the day with my family in New Jersey. Last year we did a barbecue at my parents’ house and a brownie bake-off, and this year it’s lunch at my aunt’s.
The year before that, we did Mothers Day on a Saturday, though I can’t remember why. That was also the 50th anniversary of the FDA’s approval of the Pill, interestingly enough.
This year I happen to be the age my mother was when she had me, so that kind of adds a layer of WTF to this holiday. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m aware I have a biological clock, though I’m not sure what time zone it’s on anymore. I think it got set back during those twenty minutes my internship partner and I played Food Group Bingo with the manic bipolar kids. I cannot imagine being responsible for a small human at this point in my life. I mean, jeez, sometimes I look at the plants and think, “If only you could just water yourselves…” So yeah.
How are you spending Mothers’ Day?


I tend to be kind of a germ-phobe. Working in a hospital is, in some ways, perfect for me, since there’s always hand sanitizer or a sink just a few steps away. In fact, it’s policy to sanitize our hands before and after entering a patient’s room, so it’s kind of a relief not to stand out as the hypochondriac I am. Yes, I think there’s something to arguments that our anti-bacterial efforts are going to f*** us over in the long run, but I can’t help it. I see a Purel dispenser, and my eyes light up.










