March 19, 2013
For as long as I have had a grasp on the concept of age, I have wanted to be 28. Twenty-eight, I reasoned, is the perfect age. You’re still young, but not the kind of young when people don’t take you seriously. You’re old enough to pursue your dreams, however plain or fanciful, but not […]
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March 11, 2013
Dear Baby G, As I write this, you are napping in your crib. PRAISE THE LORD, you are sleeping on a flat, unmoving surface, unswaddled, without a boob in your mouth. It really is a time of miracles. I might cry. These days, I cry far more than you do. I cry when you rest […]
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