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All around, mama.
I used to think the hardest part would be balancing everything. It wasn’t. It was the leaving. For years, women like me were encouraged to “have it all,” which in my experience looked like learning how to walk away from what I loved every morning and do it convincingly. A new mother, I was not yet fluent in that language,…
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A Mother’s Gift.
A Mother’s Day reflection on books, memory, and the quiet ways love expands a life On Wednesdays — or whenever the mobile library came — my mother took my brother and me around the corner where a grey van full of books waited. We treated it with the seriousness of people who had somewhere important to be. An industrial grey…
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Credit to a Newsman: Letters After His Name
From a Derry girl, more or less. Once upon a time, before everything became urgent and push-notified and accompanied by a breaking-news chime, we waited. Not just for the news – but for someone we trusted to tell it to us. There was a posture to it. A kind of quiet ceremony. You sat up. You paid attention. And in…
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What Counts and Who Does
Between Belonging and the Ballot Box In 2008, I volunteered at Obama Headquarters in Phoenix, spending a lot of time with a button maker and a headset that made me feel official. I had a big box of magic markers and made signs about hope and change. I called strangers in the evening to ask if they were registered to…