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Continue reading →: my great grandmothermy great grandmotherwas a dancerand a musicianand a poet. i only know this through storiesand on the pages of yellowing paperthat my mom possessed for safekeeping. when i was little,i found a box in her room,and every so ofteni would sneak inand softly sift through the pages. i’d read my…
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Continue reading →: My Birth StoryDear friends, I forgot about the “newborn haze,” when your mind and body feel as if they are trudging through thick, mucky mud. You’re stepping on sticks and tripping over rocks all while trying to get to a higher ground. And to top it all off, you have a baby…
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Continue reading →: daughtersit’s another girl, they said,so i immediately thought of fire. i thought of clenched fists and a lifetime of what-ifsi thought of nervous glances and not taking chances. i thought of a house filled with frilly dressesand tights and messes i thought of emotions overflowing … of dollhouses and tea…
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Continue reading →: Book Review | The Women by Kristin HannahWhenever I pick up a Kristin Hannah book, I anticipate to be wrecked. The Jodi Picoult of historical fiction, Hannah has a knack to weave the saddest storylines into moments in history, and The Women was no different. Centered on military nurses during the Vietnam War, Hannah takes on a…





