You find a sandcastle on the beach, studded with shells. It is a kingdom, an empire, abandoned by older children and all four of you are entranced. For the longest…
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The night before you turn two years old, your mama and I stay up late to bake you a cake. It is the cake that we always make, the cake…
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You blink and it passes, swallowed up in fluttering first kicks and then the tumbling, cats-in-a-bag subsequent sensations, in restless legs and insomnia and the countdown first to viability and…
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Ever since my sons were very small, I have been dreading the day that they decide to take charge of their own style and begin to reject my choices. Little…
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Oh, my little girls. It seems like only the other day that you were perfect strangers and we marvelled at you as you thrashed beneath my skin, and we wondered…