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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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
Most mornings, my teen daughter, adopted from Haiti, wakes up and does two things: she reads the world news on her phone and asks me if I can take her out driving that day. She is obsessed with both. Yesterday, she emerged from her room and said nothing. After a long snuggle session, less common in… Continue Reading
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