People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

Happy Birthday, Abbie

You have a baby, and everybody tells you, “Enjoy it; it goes so fast!” and you’re enjoying it, but you’re also living the day-to-day blur of diapers, sippy cups, lullabies, preschool decisions, homework help, and curfew arguments, and then one day you realize that all those people were right. It goes so fast. Faster . . . → Read More: Happy Birthday, Abbie

A Uterus Is Not a Machine, My Daughter Is Not a Farm Animal, and I Am Not Happy

Abbie

This is my 16 year old daughter, Abbie.

When she was brand new to the world, I was responsible for her body—feeding her, bathing her, getting her medical care when she needed it, and all the rest that’s involved in keeping a body healthy.

As she has grown, she has gradually taken over . . . → Read More: A Uterus Is Not a Machine, My Daughter Is Not a Farm Animal, and I Am Not Happy

The Transcendent Familiar 6: Love Is Not a Victory March

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude) Part 4 Part 5 However, maybe you didn’t read those, and maybe you want to read one post and not 6. Fair enough. Here’s what you need to know: Robert was my first husband. We . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 6: Love Is Not a Victory March

The Transcendent Familiar 2: Destiny Sold

Part 1

Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you’ll never find me I will turn your face to alabaster When you find your servant is your master

When I went to bed on April 1, 1993, I put the pregnancy test under my pillow. The smooth foil wrapper . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 2: Destiny Sold

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