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Everyone is talking about practicing self-care these days—taking baths, reading books, practicing meditation, and all the other lovely ways to take care of yourself. It’s hard to...
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As I was preparing for my third baby, I thought about what my body would be like after the birth. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew about the big, soft tummy that would hang around for...
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I don’t remember how it felt to kick and scream as a kid. I don’t remember how it felt to wail, to want something so unreasonably badly that the gut-yearning made my fists clench into white...
Not a morning person. May as well put that in my obituary. I’d rather take a 10 p.m. yoga class and midnight meeting than do anything in the a.m. I’ve insisted this for, well, ever. But turns out jobs...
My husband taught me something about flowers recently. Geranium, he told me, is a fault in wine. We were discussing the floral scent and had agreed that we both liked it. It’s lovely—it’s sweet and punchy and smells like...
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Is it possible to create a healthy relationship with regret? Is it not antithetical to the very nature of regret, by definition: a painful, uncomfortable truth of wishing something in the past was different...
I don’t remember the first time I masturbated. Maybe the shame and secrecy that shrouded masturbating shoved those memories into a dark corner of my brain. I vaguely recall it involved Days of Our Lives fan fiction—a story about...
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In sickness and in health.When reciting this particular vow with my now-husband in August, I was blissfully unaware of how soon we’d be facing the sickness part.To make a long story short, just a few weeks after...
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Anxiety is a snowflake. Everyone’s brand is different from everybody else’s, even if the side effects are, in many ways, the same. And right now, it’s snowing all over the world.Some form of anxiety...
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift.” – Bil Keane
I’m writing this essay two days before my youngest turns three. She is the living embodiment of how fleeting each day can be. Sometimes she grows...
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