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A Broken Gift: a Christmas Letter to My Children (and Yours)
Dear Children,
I’ve never really liked starting a letter with the words “I’m sorry.”
It always seemed so packaged to me. Kind of like a gift you give just because someone says you should. A little...
On New Seasons and Lost Time
Hello, November.
You’ve caught me a bit off guard. Again.
You always seem to whisper your way into my life. Wedged between jack-o-lanterns and costumes, followed closely by snow and lights. You are met with muttered...
When Your Kid is That Kid
To the Mom Who Holds Her Breath:
Through the play date. Through the school day. Through aisle no. 7 at the grocery store.
Through Sunday afternoon with the in-laws. Through Friday morning at the doctor. Through...
An Open Letter to Mrs. Gordon (Alex’s Mom)
Dear Mrs. Gordon,
Hi. My name is Jai ... and I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean much to you.
And really, it shouldn't.
I am just a woman -- among many women -- living in a brown...
