People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.
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By Adrienne, on February 7th, 2011
Brian and Carter have gone to bed, closing out a day that I’d just as soon have skipped. There was yelling today. Also some stomping on the stairs, several episodes door slamming, and, of course, the requisite cursing.
I wish I could say that all the bad behavior belonged to the small person who has . . . → Read More: The Mother I Was, the Mother I Am, and the Mother I Wish I Could Be
By Adrienne, on July 28th, 2010
When I was barely pregnant with Jacob, my friend Rachel had a baby, a little girl named Gabrielle. A lovely, tiny thing with a shock of black hair I was compelled to pet whenever I held her, she was Rachel’s first baby.
Six weeks later, SIDS, that terrible night thief of babies, stole Gabrielle . . . → Read More: Disposable People
By Adrienne, on July 13th, 2010
When Carter was brand new and cried all day and night, we thought at first that he had unusually severe colic. We’d been blessed first with three easy babies; the bill had finally come due.
But he was not a regular baby who cried a lot. He also hardly slept; he didn’t interact with . . . → Read More: On (not) Getting a Diagnosis
By Adrienne, on July 8th, 2010
Depression is rage spread thin. ~George Santayana
I hate everyone and everything. Even the coffee I brought with me to my desk is all wrong. I hate flavored coffee, and I hate the person who used up all the regular coffee and didn’t go buy more.
I hate that the person who did that . . . → Read More: Driftwood

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