Sometimes you just get lucky. When I was pregnant with my first child, during my radiation oncology residency, we had a guy living in the apartment over our garage, which we liked to refer to as “the carriage house.” He was a dog trainer by trade, and in his spare time he played softball in… Continue reading Nina

Trot Trot to Boston

“Trot trot to Boston Trot trot to Lynn Watch out Baby So you don’t FALL IN!” Nursery Rhyme My road trip expectations always exceed their reality.   Last Wednesday evening, after a frantic day of packing which included a trip to the tailor to pick up her favorite dress being repaired for a ripped hemline, my… Continue reading Trot Trot to Boston