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Sweet Child of Mine: Month Two

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Dear Scarlett, Every day you drink my breastmilk and your such a good eater. I want to look down and say: Augustus! Save some for later! But you keep on sucking and slurping it up. It’s this sweet, warm, magic substance that has everything you need to grow—you’d think the Oompa Loompa’s had a hand [...]

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Cleanse

The summer of 1997, when cell phones were still novel and farmers markets were still about farmers, I spent the summer in Boulder. My internship at Time Warner Telecom was in the DTC, but I didn’t mind. There were roommates to hook up with, real hippies to discover and new words to learn. Trustafarian was [...]

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Dear Scarlett: August 29th, 2009

Dear Scarlett, When you rose to meet me, you looked like a little old woman and a little baby bird at the same time, an old, wild soul, all scrunched up and sweet and full of ethereal wisdom, yet completely pure. There were no tears or screams, just awe and confusion on your pinker-than-expected skin. [...]

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The Hour I First Believed

In the early days of my pregnancy, I read Loving Frank, historical fiction which details the affair between architect Frank Lloyd Wright and Mamah Borthwick, a feminist at the turn of the century. It was magnificent. Everything I devour. A story with some truth. Real people from the past. Womanhood. Choices. Tragedy. Bits of my [...]

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Prenatal #1

I was so nervous that morning. I’d even cried. Flustered by my slippery hot rollers and the client meeting which had suddenly come up and the fact that my favorite watch of all time had stopped working after seven years. Silly things, you see. But last week it had been sun glare and the absence [...]

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Road Trip, Part One

I had decided to drive home for Christmas. And once I put all those images of me stranded in a cornfield and then approached and kidnapped by Asgrow O’s Gold-logo’ed-mesh-hatted trucker in a locked drawer at the back of my head, it started to sound like the perfect idea. There would be pit-stops at interstate-side [...]

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Top This

The water is angry and swirling from the splash of the sky, the shoebills are out for a bath, the monkeys are minding the forest and Africans are whooping and squawking along the ruddy, muddy shores while 50-50’s edge grows ever closer. I scoop the waves with futility. . paddle left, paddle right, hold on, [...]

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The Stuff of Storybooks

Back when the TV had a knob and there were only three channels, I have vague memories of a white mustache in khaki shorts and a jungle jeep. The kind of calm which wise old men always engender. A nature show without photo-shopped colors and fast-forwarded sunrises. The cornbread-brown-and-yellow softness and silence which is the [...]

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The first days of Egypt. . .

Every day in Dahab seemed a lot like the one before. Every morning brought flies, breezes, heat and cats. Michael went running. I read or did yoga. Every day, Shepl would deliver our meals. Every day, Mustafa and Waleed would wash another section of rugs, positioning the pillows like crayons in a box before late-rising [...]

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Petra

Wadi Musa, the village where Petra tourists complained about the smelly rooms, crap food, Last Crusade marathons and long walk to the famous façade, was unremarkable in every way. Closer to the actual ruins, the Indiana Jones café might have once been a cool Hollywood tribute, the CaveBar once a Star Wars-reminiscent freak show, if [...]

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