In terms of health, I grew up pretty lucky. My siblings and I were all healthy, borderline indestructible at times. We played rough, but I can’t ever remember going to the hospital for stitches or casts. I had terrible personal hygiene – I hated washing my hands and certainly avoided brushing my teeth at all costs – and yet I rarely missed school due to a flu or cough. When we did fall ill, my mother would make us tea and give us that awful tasting cough medicine (no bubble gum flavor for us).  She didn’t seem to fret or worry, she didn’t call the doctor incessantly or fuss over a... Read More