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The day a stranger saved me at Target, I was wearing an oversized, peach tank top. It was one of the few shirts that fit over my already large, fully engorged breasts. I walked through Target, shopping while nursing. It was a skill I’d acquired when I became a mom for a third time in… Continue Reading
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“I had a quirky childhood habit of sitting sideways on the toilet. It began, I surmise, in our Southeast San Diego house on Manos Drive, sometime after I turned five. Sitting side-saddle allowed me to look in the mirror and lose myself awhile. Perched there, I often acted out scenes from the day’s All My Children. I… Continue Reading
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My children have a mother with a chronic illness. They live with my rheumatoid arthritis just as much as I do. I was given my diagnosis when all three of them were young, and since then I’ve spent a lot of time worrying about what the daily uncertainty of my condition would mean to them,… Continue Reading
“Mom,” my youngest daughter, Isabel, whines, her copper hair sweeping across her freckled cheek. “My knee is killing me. It’s seriously the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. Can we please be done?” I take a deep breath and assess the situation. We are less than halfway into our hike through the cliffs… Continue Reading
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