I hear this from women. Often. I read it in your emails and comments. I hear it in our conversations, in the pitch of your…
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It’s Friday Liza-bug, and you’ve been in school now for two weeks. That first day of school you were so excited – so tickled…
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You sleep long this afternoon, fever breaking beneath pink fleece. Your forehead is still warm to the touch. I sit next to you and…
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I can feel it slipping away. And I’m not ready. This season of babies – of carting one or more on my hip. Eliza…
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I am thinking of you today. How strong you are. How you wake every morning – tired or rested – to nurture, feed, care…
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The washing machine couldn’t possibly hold another pair of jeans but I am jamming them in anyway – so I can avoid washing another…
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The sky is black, snow hanging in the corners of an immense shroud about to lay down cover. The valley waits. Any moment it…
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The dirt is moist, the grass puckers with water, and the orchard bulges buxom with apples. Eliza is at school, my Mom has the…