Tex
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Mardi Blahs
My facebook feed is equally full of (1) pictures of Mardi Gras revels, and (2) the woeful sorrow of my former law classmates who left New Orleans and wish they were partying on…
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My Last Baby
Yesterday on facebook I posted a link to a little blog post that waxed nostalgic for the “last baby.” “Every one of his firsts is also your last – your last first smile,…
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Craig and His Mother
Aaaaah, the fourth trimester. Semantically, the minute Craig gazed into the face of my OB and breathed, he turned from a fetus into a baby – but actually, aside from the breathing and…
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Pease Porridge Hot, Pease Porridge Cold
My littlest boy is nine days old.* We still count his age in days, though soon it will be in weeks, then months, then years. Soon, the vivid and visceral memory of his…
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