I usually try to exercise in the morning when the kids are still asleep. It’s the one peaceful window I have before the chaos starts. But every now and then, I slip up and think, Hey, I can just work …
My Dad, the ‘OG’ of T1D Dads
A Father’s Day Tribute — A Year Without My Dad
It’s been about a year since my dad passed away. He died peacefully in the same hospital where I was born — in Atlantic City, NJ.
As this Father’s Day …
Words Matter: Why I’m Letting My Son Decide If He’s “Diabetic”
When Owen is ready, there’s something important I want him to know—something I still wrestle with myself. The word “diabetic” gets used a lot. Some say it casually, others with concern or care, and many without much thought. But language …
Time in Range: Like Herding Blood Sugar Cats
Let me tell you a story about an imaginary friend named Gluco who lives inside my son’s body. Gluco is… well, let’s just say he has a flair for the dramatic.
One minute he’s chilling on the couch—blood sugar levels …
Owen’s First “High”: A Rookie Parent’s Play-by-Play
It was bound to happen.
Life with three kids is about as predictable as a puppy on espresso, and type 1 diabetes hates unpredictability. Still, when Owen’s continuous glucose monitor (CGM) flashed that first screaming-red HIGH since his diagnosis, my …