Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
Some days I am so steeled against the world, it's a wonder I even feel the rain on my face. Other days, like today, I am cracked right open. So raw and vulnerable that I may not function as a human being but rather just a ball of electric feelings so exposed to the elements …
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To the woman at the park heartbroken with infertility, Thank you. Thank you for approaching us right away and saying hello. Thank you for asking if they are twins. YES. Yes they are and they are, "HEY HOW OLD ARE YOU TWO?" "TWO. WE GONNA BE FREE ON OUR BIRFDAY." Thank you for NOT immediately …
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In the still dark quiet before they wake each morning, I hear the rustle. I hear the two distinctive voices saying "Mama?" "Good morning Mama." "Good morning Gah." "Oh good morning Bebe." As if it had been weeks since we've all seen each other, though it's only been a nighttime, we are delighted by the …
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Too Sober For This 