Motherhood
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Slow, color-full learning
We are sitting together on the carpet in her room. This firstborn mini me and I cradling baby dolls. Dolls of various colors, some with long hair, some completely bald, some with dark…
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The tasks that remind me
I reach into the clean clothes, pulling out each damp piece one by one and draping them over my folded arm. I walk back and forth, back and forth, from machine to clothesline,…
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The Dichotomy
I hear the sound of an opening door and the pitter patter of steps toward ours. I internally sigh, wondering if the sun is even out on the day we can actually sleep…
