Tag: intimate
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The Hobo Nest
About a week ago I noticed what appeared to be a perfect nest in the empty lot behind our house. The only difference between this nest and a bird’s nest was its size. It’s bigger than an aboveground pool. It was constructed by a human being. Of course I found the nest really amusing. I…
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My Personality Meets Motherhood.
We took Emory to the farmer’s market at McCarren Park earlier today. We had a good time. I was a little neurotic about the cool air, the sun, and whether or not the stroller along the bumpy, city terrain was jiggling his head too much. And then I worried about the dirt and the trash…
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Basal Cell Carcinoma and Mohs
The call came in. The spot I wrote about last week is indeed cancerous. This is what I know. I know that basal cell carcinoma is the most common form of skin cancer. I know that 97% of the time it’s totally treatable. I know that it has a tendency to spread, which means I…
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Breast-Feeding: Take Three
On Wednesday I had my six-week checkup to find out if everything healed OK. It had. I also had a lot of questions for my doctor. Some of the questions were about my boobs. I’m gonna be honest. I’m exhausted. I’ve been seeking medical advice from the Internet and comparing my own experiences to other’s…
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An AHA! Moment.
I used to hate it, seriously hate it, when family or friends said, “You’ll understand when you have kids of your own someday.” It seemed they used this in response to everything. I saw it as a way shutting the childless up. “We can’t have this conversation because you haven’t had kids.” It seemed so…
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I Should Have Asked the Dermatologist for Thicker Skin.
There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t feel badly for something I do to Emory or something he does to himself. Take right now, for example. I put him in a car seat so I could do the dishes, write this, and tidy up. Why does this make me feel as though…
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I Blame America!
Before I begin, I need to make it clear that I’m not concerned about this. And I certainly do not pity myself. I think I made some really bad decisions when I was younger and I’m paying for them now. I’m pale. I’m covered in freckles some of which are questionable. I make an excellent…
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Thank You.
I haven’t wanted to say anything about this partly because I’m worried I might jinx myself, partly because I don’t trust my emotions, and partly because Toby returned to work this week and I know things are going to be different now. I’m optimistic today but a little wary of every step I take on…
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Like the Smell of a New Eraser.
The other night I was standing in the living room trying to calm a cranky, gassy baby when all of a sudden Tobyjoe looked at me and screamed, “SCHOOL SUPPLIES!” Just like that, out of nowhere, SCHOOL SUPPLIES! Like he suddenly remembered that school was starting, like, tomorrow and Emory wasn’t prepared because we totally…
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There's a Reason it Sells For More Than $3.00 an Ounce.
My nipples are killing me. I won’t go into too much detail because my entire family reads this Web site. Let’s just say, I can’t even tolerate a hug at the moment without the feeling of a million heated daggers shooting into each nipple. It’s terrible. And I’m working on trying to figure out what…
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