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Growing to Miss It by Jennifer Andersen

There are moments in life where we hit a new level of independence and experience growth so significant that it changes our reality. I had one last night that was so strong it reminded me of leaving adolescence. My husband…

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On Numbness by Jennifer Edwards

1973: In the beginning there was mom, music, and movement. My world was rich and alive with trees, fresh fruit and vegetables, and an earthy vibration that flowed through everything I knew. 1988: The lock-down crept up on me, much…

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Fooling Charlie by Christy Wise

This morning I woke to the music of the clock radio as I did several years ago – B.C. (Before Children). I lay in bed with gray dawn light filtering in the windows to my left and my husband buried…

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Our Lady of the Crib by J.W. Young

Another morning, another diaper breach.  Strip the baby, strip the sheets, toss the stuffed zebra, giraffe, and elephant into the laundry.  And as an added bonus, get the big green stinky mess in her hair.  Crap all over and all…

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Finding Me by Julie D. Long

For a better part of our children’s lives we are defined by them, or maybe, become defined by them. Then there comes that pivotal moment when we have done our job, hopefully with much success, and they go out into…

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Tantalus and Me by Heather Davis

In between fertility treatments, every time my husband Jose and I have half-decent sex when I know I must be ovulating, this stubborn little part of me still thinks we might have conceived naturally, that maybe the stars have aligned…

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Inwood by Susan Hodara

I drive across the Henry Hudson Bridge and get off the parkway at Dyckman Street, an exit I have always associated with my mother but never taken before. It is mid-August, blue-skied and not too hot, and my mother is…