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Every month, I receive deliveries of my medications, most of them for my metabolic-associated steatohepatitis (MASH), a fatty liver disease. I probably don’t need…

Saying that 4-year-olds can have crazy attitudes is not a groundbreaking statement. It’s not unusual for my son Finley to have wild swings from happy…

The first time I ever held a ball of clay — OK, it was probably Play-Doh — I felt a strong connection to creating things…

Taking my son Finley to various doctor appointments is nothing new. Since he was born a month early, visiting doctors and seeing various specialists…

I’ve often wondered how and when we’ll tell our daughter Eva that she has progressive familial intrahepatic cholestasis (PFIC), a rare liver disease. Most…

One thing I used to look forward to every spring was the end of my dry skin — a result of winter’s harsh rebuke of…

Here in the Pacific Northwest, we are inching into spring. This season brings days that tease us about what the weather could be. A recent…

My son Finley was recently invited to a birthday party for one of his best friends. He was so excited that he talked about it…

If you’re like me, there’s no shortage of well-meaning folks who, upon hearing that we’re sick, are eager to help. Perhaps they’ll turn to “Dr.

Routine is a huge part of the daily life of raising kids. They make the day go more smoothly, helping everyone know what to expect.