Archive - November 2013

It’s a tiny spit of a town along Colorado’s Highway 145, a rare civilized stop between Telluride and Cortez.  In hard mileage the distance is modest, but Rico is a far cry from the beautiful-people atmosphere of the former and the over-franchised latter.  There isn’t much there…a mercantile, a bar, and a couple shops selling a few things tourists like to buy.  The structures are reminiscent of an old mining town, like Telluride, but with only spare modifications and upkeep.  No meticulously kept lawns.  No establishments selling upscale clothing or artisan olive oils.  My family and I passed through Rico…

If you remember the movie “Mr. Mom” from the early 1980’s where the unemployed Michael Keaton character stays home with his kids while his wife (played by Teri Garr) goes back to work, what scenes come to mind?  For me, there are three:  TOW (sorry, I am a huge Friends fan) “Mr. Mom” feeds the baby chili and TOW he dons the equivalent of a hazmat suit to change the same baby’s diaper (serves him right having to deal with baby-chili indigestion!).  And the third?  The one where Teri Garr is having a meal with her boss, and she starts cutting…

A colorful colleague in my previous profession used to say, “(If-this-doesn’t-happen) I’ll eat my hat!”  Which she never did, probably because she never wore a hat but also because she was rarely incorrect!  And when I recently purchased a military-style chapeau made from organic cotton, the clerk told my daughter, “The hat’s organic so your mom could eat it!” I wear the hat often and of course think of the eat-my-hat saying just as frequently, and that leads me to breastfeeding.  Obviously.  Or maybe not.  Bear with me… As a physician assistant expectant mothers asked me many questions regarding the…