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What’s in a Name? Remembering Elijah

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It’s been three years since Elijah died. Elijah was my first cousin, born three months after me. I got the call during our annual family vacation to Maine – nobody could reach us, since the cell phone reception there is so spotty. We packed up immediately and drove the six hours or so back to …

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A Letter to My Son for His Birthday

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Dear Eli,

A few days from now will mark an entire year since you were born. My mind can hardly fathom how this year has already gone by; your newborn days were so long and I was so tired, but now it seems like the days and months speed by and catch me, …

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Perfectly Mediocre: Birthday Reflections

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One of my best gal-pals in college had a long standing birthday tradition. Every year, she wrote a letter to herself, to be opened on her birthday next year. She would read last year’s letter, reflect on the year, and write the letter to her next year self. I really love birthdays – much more …

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Shaving Mom’s Wings: Reflections on Hair

Every so often I get an urge. This urge tells me, “try something new!” which usually means do something to my hair, though occasionally this urge manifests as a desire to pierce my ears or try different makeup. I don’t know why I feel this way, sometimes I just want to shake things up! Back …

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Maybe I’m not a Gryffindor: 20 Years of Harry Potter

I have taken approximately a bajillion sorting hat quizzes online, and I’ve always cheated. It’s obvious which answers will put you in Gryffindor, so I’ve always selected the most Gryffindorish answers. After a lot of careful thought, if I’m being honest I have to admit that I’m probably actually in Ravenclaw – although Harry Potter, …

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Healthism: Pregnant Belly, Fat Belly

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Pregnancy is weird. I’ve never felt particularly in control of my body, but pregnancy amplified that sensation; suddenly, it seemed that my body was doing all sorts of things I had no idea it could do, all on its own. Although I found pregnancy to be difficult and uncomfortable, I couldn’t stop admiring my body. …

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