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I wanted a third baby.
Yes! Let me fall into the space of tender infancy. Yes! Let me bud in pre-natal, bloom in birth, and nest in post-natal. Yes! Let me do bett...
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She pulls her index and middle fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue between them. "What does this mean?" Mom asks, frighte...
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I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ...
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She held a box of crackers and a couple of other things in her hands, which I cannot remember now. And as her three items went beep, beep...
hahahaha
ReplyDeleteawesome!