My briefcase is like acupuncture

I hate to brag. I really do. It makes me uncomfortable and hot around the collar… and various other regions. So it’s not braggadocio – but just good, old-fashioned, unbiased reporting – when I tell you that my briefcase unites people, and is a metaphor for life and healing.

Off spring! (Acupuncture and parenting)

There are lots of ideas about what it means to be a modern parent, and a modern mama especially. Should I work? How much? Can I afford to stay home? What are the costs of being away? How long do I breast feed? Is co-sleeping weird? Will I be able to do this?