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Psalm 37:25.
I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. On occasion, I imagine myself as a woman of wisdom and means. I am 56 or 64 or 73 and several...
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Bunkers: A Meditation on Post-Obama Parenting.
The president’s daughters look like you. Malia, the oldest, is remarkably tall for a thirteen-year-old. She’s reserved and is said to have her father’s measured, pensive temperament. Perhaps as a rite...
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Get Real, Get Right.
Like Truman, I had walked to the end of a soundstage, expansive and domed, a manmade construct where I’d dwelled since the day I was born. I followed a once-holy script, so weighted with rewrites the...
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The Ripple of Reelection: Thoughts on Voting as a New Mother.
I am imagining a teenage future. In it, you are inches taller than I, your WNBA-length fingers hovering over the hologram-enabled screen of the latest palm-sized tablet. You are engaged in no fewer...
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Kevin Clash and the Problem with Pedestals.
We are not fit for pedestals. Neither are the things we invent worthy of our worship. This is easier explained out than understood. We are a beguiling species, made of souls and of minds that produce...
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Mother as Mountain, as Sky.
When he surfaces, so long after you’ve abandoned imagining that men like him exist, you are flummoxed, but only fleetingly. You do not realize at first how ready you’ve been. You thought you would be...
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An Assessment of Light.
The women walked up bearing tote bags, their arms laden with carbon forms and child-things. They are sent to homes in pairs. The wisest among us know enough to feel scrutinized as soon as the women...
View ArticleMother as Mountain, as Sky.
When he surfaces, so long after you’ve abandoned imagining that men like him exist, you are flummoxed, but only fleetingly. You do not realize at first how ready you’ve been. You thought you would be...
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An Assessment of Light.
The women walked up bearing tote bags, their arms laden with carbon forms and child-things. They are sent to homes in pairs. The wisest among us know enough to feel scrutinized as soon as the women...
View ArticleGo with the guilt. Go with the fear. Go anyway.
Some of us are fearless. I am not fearless. I’ve never been fearless. My mother knew this when I was a young girl. She’d ask me to recite 2 Timothy 1:7 aloud to her, in the morning before school or at...
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