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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…

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Red Carpet, Red Book by Nancy O. Graham

Tilda Swinton made small talk as we strolled through quiet, cobbled streets to the door of her garden apartment. We followed her in, my husband and I, and were met by a tortoise-shell cat. A decorative railing marked off a…

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Messy House By Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser

Amongst the things I did not realize about having four children was the fact that there’d be so much stuff to manage. I’m not even talking about the doctors’ appointments or school forms (there are those, too, groaning to-do lists’…

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Mothering and Choice by Jessica B. Burstrem

When you see the word “choice,” you might first think about the emphasis of the “pro-choice” proponents on free will, as opposed to the sanctity of life that its opponents emphasize or the privacy aspect that was the basis for…

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Cleaning House by Nancy Gerber

Two years after my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, my brother and I moved her from her house in River Vale, New Jersey, to a nearby dementia unit called Memory Lane. I wish I could say it was the hardest…