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When I have nightmares, my subconscious doesn't like to get imaginative. There are no weird surrealist scenes. There are no horror movie serial killers. There are no dank and mouldering castles. It likes to stick with what it knows: my children in [...]
This post is both the third in a (proposed) series on how I came to be where I am around the current election (um, how it fits in there will make sense later) and is cross posted at the Second Road.
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One evening four years ago, my husband [...]
This post is the second in a (proposed) series on how I came to be where I am around the current election.
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The day I had my abortion, or maybe the day after, I was lying in bed, resting. I'm an obsessive record keeper, and [...]
This post is the first in a (proposed) series on how I came to be where I am around the current election.
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Four years ago, I was horrified by where we in the United States were as a country. I was sickened and disgusted by our (in [...]
I spent the whole weekend obsessing about the US election. Obsessing. Couldn't stop thinking about it. I was having emotional reactions that were way out of proportion to any actual events. And I felt terrible. By yesterday afternoon I was in the throes of a migraine, making good on my [...]
Today is the 35th anniversary of Roe v. Wade and was also Blogging for Choice Day. I spent all of my allotted writing time and more working on a post for my more politically oriented joint blog with Jay, which you can check out, should you have the courage to dive into such [...]
Dear Mom,
If you are reading this, you have somehow found yourself at my blog. I always knew there was the potential for you to end up here, but I figured the odds were against it, and the work I've been doing is important enough that it seemed worth that small risk. Now that [...]
Before I had any children, it always seemed to me that parents didn't do enough, which was easy for me to say from the outside.
I once had a co-worker who used to bitch about her pregnancy all the time: how tired she was and how huge she was and how in pain she was and [...]
