Bathrooms are for torture. In these tiny spaces, often the smallest room in a home, I have lost my sense of self. Showers are for sobbing, ugly sobs that shake…
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image courtesy of Cori Bratby-Rudd 1. I used to cry, chose to sleep on the floor, sleepingbagged child with a dog, a mom and with with with a sickening…
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On a bright Wednesday morning in March, we leave for daycare and work because that is what we do, even when we’ve spent the evening in Trauma One of Children’s…
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Image Credit: Daiga Ellaby Before we met in person, we talked on the telephone, matching alto timbres warm in our ears. This was decades before you could spit in a…
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1. The Washington Square Park rangers were hammering away at beige boards near the famous arch, as I pushed my older daughter Anna through the park in her new,…