Insight
Notes From A Non-Breeder
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The Other Woman is Three
Tim brought Claudia over to my house today. I was sitting on my couch writing when I saw his car pull up. It took him a while to get to the door and when he finally did, I saw that it was because his daughter was with him. When I met Tim he didn't seem like a man who had children. He seemed like a man who'd go through life never staying with anyon...
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TMI
"Did you know that when you're pregnant, you can get a rash called PUPPP that covers your whole body and is 2,000 times worse than poison ivy?" I ask my mother. "And did you know that some women actually get post-traumatic stress disorder from childbirth? Then they don't bond with their babies immediately and the guilt makes them suicidally dep...
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Hint: We Really Might Know Our Kids Better Than You
The best part of the latest Non-Breeder column on Babble? The author realises she was being a bit of a tool. Not that all "non breeders" are bad people. Far from it. But the expectation that they know better than a parent does how to raise their kids runs high among the kid-free crowd. And somehow, for all our protestations that we might know...
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The Climb
It wasn't until we caught our breath and headed downhill on a steep, narrow path scattered with loose dirt and fallen pine needles that I questioned my judgment. I stepped onto a slick boulder protruding from the middle of the trail and my right foot skidded out from underneath me. Reflexively my hands jolted out to my sides. My body froze, which...
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A Pre-school Teacher’s Confession
Here is the disclaimer: I like my job. Really. I like kids. I like being around them. Our days are a routine of comfortable chaos: we sing the Hello song, we play, we paint, we run around, we eat, we sleep, we go home. Someone always gets hurt. Someone always winds up crying. Someone always needs a nappy change at an inopportune moment....
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Happy (Belated) Birthday
My friend Emily and I haven't lived in the same state for years, but we always show up for the important stuff: birthdays, breakups, weddings. When I moved across the country, Emily took a week off of work to drive with me. A few years later, I was back on the East Coast, and Emily was living in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with her husband...
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