Cheeky Disclaimer

As this blog posts both my printed work (as an online portfolio) and unfiltered musings and observations, please be duly apprised: musings can alarm. I think it advisable that you square your shoulders and consider your grumpiness before reading what may likely be laced with humor, hyperbole, and infrequent asterisks noting footnote explanations for my mom. Trust me, they’re necessary.*

Here’s an example: If I write this about our IVF-conceived twin sons:

“Daniel and Stuart are as fraternal as they can be, sharing almost no physical characteristics. Dan looks just like Matt, and Stu looks just like our fertility doctor.”

I am in no way implying  fertility doctor shenanigans took place with the petri dishes. It’s just a joke (and one our fertility doctor’s clinic did not find amusing, notwithstanding the doctor’s practice logo and personal inspiration being Kokopelli).

If I say,

“Matt’s favorite dessert ingredient is peanut butter, which is difficult because while I love it, too, I may now be allergic to it. No fear–I just eat peanut butter with a Benadryl chaser.”

Please know that I am not throwing back a bottle of Benadryl. It’s just a joke, and it isn’t even mine (thanks, Loise Plummer).

In short, tread lightly, friends. Critics—I’m glad you’re here, too.

*No, not because you’ll grill me about content, Mom.