At first, it’s all so subtle. You have a baby. The baby needs to eat, and you have these tremendous jugs with which to feed him or her. You use them. All that is needed for this child’s survival, really, is you. That is overwhelming, but also refreshing. Because mostly, you never want to be [...]
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I’m beginning to wonder if romance only exists in a Bronte novel: Shadows, capes, a flailing woman in the attic and a virginal one, hands clasped, pacing downstairs. It’s so much more exciting and beautiful, after all, to fall in love on a big estate with a secret past, to traverse the moors, lamenting your [...]
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In case you haven’t noticed, one of the most popular articles on the New YorkTimes website is how a toddler’s new favorite toy is the iPhone. After a few days of seeing it looming there to the right of the homepage, I finally, reluctantly, clicked and began to read, waiting, just waiting to hear [...]
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Reason #225–I burn rice. Reason #317–Onions make me cry. Reason #340–On Valentine’s Day 2007, while seven months pregnant and home for a school snow day, a fire ignited in my stove. The French fries! I sprayed inside with a mini fire extinguisher, then ran out the back door. There I was, a pregnant woman in [...]
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Then: Wake up at 8, 8:30, 9. Stare at the ceiling. Get out of bed any damn time I feel like it. Now: Wake up at 5. Nudge husband. Listen to the floors creak as he walks downstairs to make a bottle. Hope he doesn’t wake Mr. B. Listen to him tiredly climb the stairs [...]
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My grandmother had six children. For her fourth, she worried about the date of delivery. Her husband was given vacation time the week before her due date, and he couldn’t change it. But she needed him to be available for her week-long hospital stay. When she expressed this concern to her doctor, he told her [...]
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It’s been time to clean the upstairs bathroom for a while. I’ve been watching the dirt pile up on the floor, the toothpaste glops gather in the sink, a pink residue on the soap dish. Sure, I bought some ready-made cleaning wipes so we could go another week or two, but they only get you [...]
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