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
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When Robert and I got married, the wedding preparations weren’t difficult because of the one we’d cancelled just a year before. We called the florist, the baker, and the tent rental place and re-ordered the things we’d already chosen. My penchant for procrastination paid off since I’d never gotten around . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 3: This One Goes Out to the One I Love[ed]
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