Writer Maggie May Ethridge recently wrote a beautiful post about her young daughter, Lola, that swallowed my heart. It reminded me of the almost unbearable tenderness I felt when my daughter was growing up. There were times I’d just be watching her — sleeping, tending to her toys, excited over some adventure or story — [...]
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When I was 21, my mother and I got into a rare screaming match. Rare, because I’d already spent years learning that fighting back was futile. If she wanted a pound of flesh, she’d find a way to take it, plus a little extra for good measure. If she felt slighted in any way — [...]
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Dear Neil, I read your post last night and wanted to say — I know. Not exactly what you know, of course, and not in the same way, but I know. Millions and millions of words have passed through my mind and flown from my fingertips. They’ve turned in my heart, and come pouring out [...]
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I woke in the morning, and there was a sheet of ice covering the whole world. It was drifting into infinity, frozen, stuck in place. I stood in front of this icy barrier, transfixed, spiraling into a space that left me cold and shaken. In the freeze, all the impossible things echoed back at me [...]
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There’s a glass building rippling in the sun, a sidewalk littered with cigarette butts and bus tickets, a blue-eyed boy teetering precariously close to the curb, and a distracted mother staring off into the distance. There’s an old woman standing at the bus stop, clutching a brightly flowered handbag to her chest. I smile at [...]
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Somewhere in Liverpool, England an 18 year-old beauty named Jane Devin enjoys a life of parties, dressing up, and Lady Gaga. The British Jane likes to add extra letters to words, and occasionally makes up her own spellings. Her Facebook page shows her to be quite an effusive young woman, and very open about what [...]
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