That Look of More Than Love

Ever had that look in your eye? Not the look of that dapper man staring straight into your soul, but the look of that girl on his left staring right into his heart. It’s a look made not of love alone. It’s the reflection of a bond strengthened by truths confessed, “I-love-you-even-thoughs“, and the comfort…

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When the Sun Came Out Again

She was born during a snow storm in the middle of December in upstate New York, where the winters are long and grey. Returning home with her from a week-long NICU stay was the start of one of the most trying times in my life. I was relieved to have her home. Relieved that she was…

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My dear hyper-sensitive daughter, I feel for what you’re in for

My dear baby girl, I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and you scream and shake your head. When I walk away from you for a brief moment and your bottom lip curls under and tears well up in your eyes. When the laughter of others around…

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Christmas — Filled with Fortune, Fraught with Guilt

🎶”It’s Christmas time.”🎵 The first line of a Christmas classic by charity music group ‘Band Aid 30’ rings through the car speakers. I fight the urge to change the station even though I know that dreaded verse is coming… “And the Christmas bells that ring there, are the clanging chimes of doom. Well tonight thank…

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Mondays Hurt

“You shouldn’t live your life for the weekends”, they say. But right now, I do. When I arrive at my office on Monday mornings, a giant void fills me and I’m already counting the hours to 4pm. It’s not because I hate my job. It’s not because my nights and weekends are filled with spontaneity…

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Tiny Human

I stand leaning over the side of your crib, forearms resting on the hard plastic frame. At least I think it’s plastic—or some other man-made material that they texturize and paint to make it look like wood. Because nothing is actually made from real wood anymore—at least not anything that new parents can afford. Real and…

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“That” Mom

So, my father posted this picture to Facebook while he, Stella and I, were out grabbing a bite to eat. I didn’t see it until later, after I had gotten home and put her to bed, but it completely stopped me in my tracks. I was actually embarrassed that his friends and my other family…

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