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One of these does not belong. Which one? Thirty-seven years ago when I was pregnant with my second child, I was worried. I loved my then three year old with such an intensity, how could I possibly spread … Read More
I weeded through four years of my life one recent afternoon. Some folks might call it clutter. I called it memories. Or souvenirs. It took me three hours to get four years of photocopied journal articles (copied beneath that … Read More
When I was sixteen I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and jumped — off Olympic Park’s high dive — into twelve feet of water far below. I still have no idea why. I’d never jumped off a high … Read More