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The Pantyhose Manfeatured

“Luke. Luke. LUKE. Put down the toy so I can get you out of your car seat, honey. What’s that in your mouth?” “Nothing, Mommy.” “Spit it out, Luke,” I say without much patience. He produces a hard piece of plastic from some unknown object. “Jimmy, put down the game and let’s go.” “Why do Read more

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Living and Dying in my 30’sfeatured

I have started, stopped, revised, and erased this final leg of The Road to Forty several times. I’ve tried telling stories, discussing my thoughts on feminism and motherhood, recounting the dark days of pregnancy, the challenges of parenting, and the ups and downs of marriage. I realized that this decade, my 30’s, is so hard Read more

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The Road to Forty: Mostly an Adultfeatured

Your 20’s: Basically made up of group photos like this. I did well in college, joined a sorority, made friends, traveled, partied, and lived a charmed life in general. I was sufficiently distracted by freedom, dating, and the opportunity to do anything I felt like doing. I never really had any idea what I wanted Read more

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When You’re Fifteenfeatured

Moving in the middle of high school is hard for many kids. My story isn’t special in that regard. However, I made the entire ordeal much more difficult than it needed to be because that’s the way I was wired at the time. New people terrified me. The prospect of moving to a new high Read more

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Scratch Paperfeatured

As I watch you eat lunch, you on the brink of five and me on the ledge of forty, I have learned not to assume I know what the future may hold. Your little hand holds the fork in a way that makes my heart ache with love and I wonder where we’ll all be Read more

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See You Laterfeatured

Just this morning I saw you, But I cannot recall my last words. I hugged you lightly, but I was Distracted as the last glimpse of Your coat rounded the stairs and Soft footsteps bid me farewell. Here we move within these walls, Together and sometimes not, but Always with the expectation of More days. Read more

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