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Birthing Day

Twenty years ago, I labored to bring my daughter into this world. Childbirth parts the scrim over our mundane lives, parts the clouds of our everydayness. Childbirth is just so much. The day descended into darkness, and yet I labored, the … Continue reading

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Living the Dream—With Pie

Twenty years ago, I was about to cross over into motherhood. I was incredibly curious to see my baby’s face, to meet this brand-new person who had been growing and swimming within me for nine months. Eventually, she was born … Continue reading

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The Great Wide World

Early this morning, on what promised to be an incredibly balmy Vermont day, I read with intense fascination a few pages my father had emailed me. The pages were from Sherwin Nuland’s How We Die, about a horrific and bizarre murder of … Continue reading

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Birth

An image appears in art, over and over, of a human down a deep narrow well: trapped. What’s at the bottom? What’s at the top? 17 years ago, I had a prolonged labor with my first daughter, where, hours into … Continue reading

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