Peyton Manning: Whether football fans like his teams or not, most of them will acknowledge he’s one of the greatest quarterbacks to ever play in the NFL. I am one of those fans, but I never had a favorite team as much as I had a favorite quarterback. While I…
From the Caregiver's HAErt — Danita LaShelle Jones

Danita currently calls Madison, Alabama, home. She and her husband raise four exceptional children, one of which lives with hereditary angioedema — Ladybug. As a caregiver, Danita hopes that her column will show other caregivers and patients that they’re not alone. Championing the idea to “inform the world,” she seeks to reveal HAE in such a way that even if it’s rare for an individual to have it, it isn’t rare for everyone to know about it.
“I have a very serious question to ask you both,” our youngest son, whom we lovingly nicknamed Harambe, said as he entered our room. My husband and I paused our random wind-down tasks and gave him our full attention. “There’s a couple that’s going to a park,” Harambe began. “They…

It’s one of Kristen Wiig’s most memorable “Saturday Night Live” characters and probably one of her most relatable. During her seven-year tenure as a cast member on the show, Wiig popularized a hilarious and slightly annoying character named Penelope. The sketches’ premise was pretty simple: During a seemingly innocuous gathering,…
For most people, the news came as a shock. During the 2021 Tokyo Olympics, the most decorated gymnast in the world, Simone Biles, made a startling announcement. Aside from experiencing mental fatigue, she was suffering from what gymnasts refer to as “the twisties”: a dangerous condition in which an athlete…
“You sound terrible,” my friend told me. She was correct. I was in my sixth week of a dry, wheezing cough. A cold I caught from one of my children quickly became an upper respiratory infection that terribly exacerbated my asthma. I was diagnosed with asthma in 2023, so I…
“You volunteered me to do what?” In 2016, our oldest son came home from school excited about an international festival taking place there in a few days. His class chose the country of Nepal. Students could make flags and posters or write a short essay on the country. But our…
“Oh, that’s why they’re bad,” is what we’re supposed to say. The last decade has seen a rise in popularity of fictional villain origin stories. Whether it’s a segment in a movie about the hero of the story or a full feature film, many franchises have begun rewriting the history…
My screenwriting class sat in stunned silence as they stared at the picture on the screen. Finally, light chuckles filtered through the room. “Whenever you think someone has already done it,” I said to them, “remember this picture.” On the screen was the infamous meme of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson…
There wasn’t a person on earth who knew more than I did at my 38th week of pregnancy. That’s what I thought, at least. With an incredible OB-GYN team in my city, a sister who served as my “virtual” obstetrician before that was even a thing, an overly attentive husband,…
My heart sank as I walked the length of the terminal. Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport is considered the busiest airport in the world, and I felt like the millions of travelers it serves yearly were all in Terminal D. To make matters worse, every gate I passed had…
Usually, there’s screaming. Other times, there’s writhing and doubling over. But more often than not, there’s screaming. Every May around Mother’s Day, it’s easy to find a video where men, and occasionally young teenage girls, try a labor-pain simulator. Under normal circumstances, the simple contraption, a standard transcutaneous electrical…
“Are you OK?” my husband, Paul, asked, his voice laced with concern. The question seemed out of the blue and took me off guard. After a long day of work, running errands, and wrangling kids, I’d finally settled into bed to engage in my favorite downtime activity of watching crime…
“No!” my mom’s voice bellowed. I immediately laughed. I couldn’t see her, but I heard the undertone of laughter in my mother’s voice. She was answering — or wasn’t — my very loud “Hey, Ma!” from another room in the house. Because we were a few weeks away from my…