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by Grace Bon So… I have a confession. The weight on my driver’s license? It’s wrong. Totally wrong. I no longer weigh 105 lbs. I know. Shocking, isn’t it? In fact, it’s been quite a few years since my weight has been 105. And I think part of me is in denial. Like, I think [...]
Note from editors: Every since our editor-in-chief’s book, Harlots Sauce, was published, she has been receiving dozens of emails and Facebook messages each week from people seeking her advice on their life and love problems. About this she has said, “People seem to feel comfortable asking my opinion, even if they haven’t met me. Maybe [...]
My youngest son is a space enthusiast. His bedroom is decorated with posters of the planets and the space shuttle. There are those glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over his ceiling, and mounted directly above his bed is a working replica of the solar system. In February 2008, when he was twelve-years-old, he found out there [...]
“Through the Snow” by Lydia Selk Preston Walters rolled his eyes and sighed heavily as warm air started coming from the air conditioning vents. This always happened when he was in the car line; it was one of the reasons that he hated picking Misty up from school. He shut the air off and pushed [...]
Did you know that there are about 14 million single parents here in the U.S. today? They are responsible for raising 21.6 million of our nation’s children. (Based on 2005 census statistics, released in 2007) And within the last few years, I became part of that growing single parent population. After my divorce was final, [...]
“Yeah,” she said, “I hate it when people have babies and suddenly their only friends are other people who have kids.” This is a line I’ve heard often. There’s this attitude amongst the young unmarrieds at my local church that the “Holy Grail of Belonging” is popping out the babies. I can remember being on [...]
Yesterday I did the shopping at the market and noticed a woman there trailing two kids round with her. Dressed in head-to-toe Nike, they whined their way around, putting whatever they felt like in the trolley, and screeching like banshees every time the mother dared to question anything they’d added. I think I spotted some [...]
We use to pick blackberries together, she and I. I didn’t like blackberries, but it was fun picking them along the railroad tracks beside our apartment complex. Our fingers would be stained deep purple, her tongue and lips would match. She had chubby cheeks and the sweetest smile, made even sweeter by the silver caps [...]
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