Someone suggested politely that people tell her the truth, and, well, Frances did.
Since she was three years old, Frances has had an intense interest in all things medical 🏥. It shows up everywhere, especially at 11 years old. The other day during March break, Frances announced, as she typically does (literally) in passing, what was on her mind: “Mum, if someone were saying, ‘I can’t feel myContinue reading “Trauma bay?”
I almost let a holiday go by without mentioning my inimitable 11-year-old’s reaction to it this year. Frances: There’s too much “love” involved — and happiness. And pink. Blech. This is a first. She used to enjoy Valentine’s Day (although it was probably access to the candy, now that I think about it). I can’tContinue reading “On Valentine’s Day”