Category: Musings
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Why
“I do not know that I want to have children.” I will always remember the look on his face when I said this to him, that first day we met- part awe, part…something. Something being a mix of crestfallen (because, otherwise, you’re perfect), and wary (because, what horror stories does…
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To Think is To Differ
> When I was born, my ears were pierced; I was a girl; that was the norm. Growing up, I was taught to always use my right hand. Using my left was rude. I was told that looking at someone older than you in the face was disrespectful. Of course…