MonthAugust 2012

Mama Mia

In my optimism, I forget how much time and effort each fledgling book demands. It’s a mystery every mother knows about birthing. In one’s foggy memory moms know the delivery of each child was hellish—the nearest she comes to death, actually, but because our memory was almost wiped clean by that beautiful, slimy child placed on our tummy, we do IT again. Still. I’m into my forties and while my girlfriends are making purchase on egg production like Easter is […]

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