Tag: My Truths

The Best & All the Rest

In a constant state of preparation for my first 3 days of grad school, I spent hours this week piecing myself together. I was fixated on all of the delicate, tiny, particular details of my appearance; the way my hair was going to fall, how dark my eyeshadow was going to be, how tall I’d

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All She Is & All She Is Not

Analise was born 1 month and 3 days after my 4th birthday. I do not have any recollection of her as an infant so I will not type here pretending to know what it was like to bring home a newborn with Down’s syndrome or to have that newborn have open heart surgery a few

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