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Sunday, 12 May 2013
Menstrual Blood, Peanut Butter
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Every time your vagina bleeds, it means that you won’t become a mother. My mother hated getting her period. I remember the sobbing, the ...
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Friday, 12 April 2013
Bumster
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One of the things that Montessori children take off the shelves is called “Boxes and Bottles.” They take a container off of the shelf and ...
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Potty Party
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This afternoon, an eighteen-month old said "Potty" and I put her on the toilet and she took a shit. It was one of the most satis...
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Sacred Fire
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Vile shrieks emerged from the kitchen. Incomprehensible animal sounds of deep guttural rage. Everyone seated in my grandmother’s sun room...
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Poopy Mango Babywipes and the First Day of Christmas
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Winter this year seems so long that I no longer remember whether or not Christmas happened. And yet, how could I have forgotten? Christm...
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Sunday, 27 January 2013
Snow Day
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My career as a kept woman seems like a lifetime ago. This is the dress I became a kept woman in When I first thought of the t...
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Friday, 18 January 2013
Locks and Keys
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When I was growing up, my mother used to lose her keys constantly. She would cry and say, “I’m such an idiot.” My father was never very ...
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