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I wake up every morning to the sounds of a baby bouncing in her crib. We live by a ritual that has the major points outlined by meal times. The combined total of fishy crackers consumed in one day between the two of us is astounding. I stay at home with my

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Clutter: 1 of 40

Sometimes She Leaves the Door Open The entire area is littered with nostalgia: A wet room with the seeping through the sills Droplets run down the panes Books with curling covers, half read Boxes stacked on top of boxes on top of carefully placed piles of garbage Bags in corners overflow with shiny, expensive rubbish Picture...
Relationships & Family > Romance & Sexuality A guide to surviving your relationship: 3 of 28

Almost every morning now I wake up to the chirps of our little girl. After a diaper change and the commencement of the coffee pot I wander back into my own bedroom with a steaming cup dosed with sugar and set it next to my sleeping husband. I am not a wife who is subservient. I do this because I am trying to be considerate, ...
Parenting & Pregnancy > Parenting Teens Should you vaccinate your teen daughter for HPV/cervical cancer with Gardasil?: 4 of 21

Here is the reason why "Gardasil" was developed: to ultimately rid the world of the horrible scourge of HPV. It is being cleverly marketed to people under the guise of preventing cervical cancer so that parents who are conservative won't feel ashamed to vaccinate their young daughters against an STD. Was this a wise decision...
Parenting & Pregnancy > Babies (Other) Letter to my daughter on her first birthday: 1 of 3

April 24, 2007 To Anna on your first birthday, Today you are one year old. It is a Tuesday and your dad and I have been eating nothing but chocolate cake and macaroni salad since Sunday. We had a little party for you and we have leftovers. Your Uncles, cousins, and Mimi came over to watch you rip the wrapping paper off your ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 112 of 328

Ode To An Infamous Cook Fascinated by the way your hair looks after you've been working. Sometimes hiding under a straw hat, all greased up, sticking straight up, and black like a wet ocean rock. thought you would let me touch it, your hair, and you did. soft and a little long Smells like catfish, I didn't mind it, I kind of...
Parenting & Pregnancy > Parenthood The myth of the good mother: 17 of 46

My 2 year old daughter just walked into the room and asked me to take all her clothes off. Of course, seeing no harm in freeing her from the confines of sweatpants and onesies, I strip her down to the diaper. These are the moments when I can sit and pretend that my decision to let my child run around naked will help her to b...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding yourself: 97 of 235

Opening I sometimes lie awake at night; visions of releasing myself replace sleep. The process would be quick, but in my mind slow motion takes over. I grab my rib cage, one side in each hand; pull them apart from each other. Slowly my skin tears away at the hidden seam where God or Someone sewed me together with invisible, ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death of a parent: 32 of 68

I was in the car when I realized something was wrong. It wasn't an unusual kick in my belly, as I had become quite accustomed to the interworkings of my hiccupping fetus. A phone call in a certain tone can cause your heart to swell up so big it feels like it is trying to get out while it still can. It knows what you don't wa...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Addiction and withdrawal after deleting my MySpace account: 1 of 1

It's been two days and I am having withdrawl. I hadn't even been using for an entire year, but it was getting out of control, and I know that I wasn't any where near the hardcore usage of some people. I was an amateur. You could barely even count me in as a true friend, but maybe that's why I was able to get out while I stil...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Why I hate reality TV shows: 21 of 41

Reality TV, the new drug of choice for lazy apathetic Americans: a perfect example would be, myself on a Saturday afternoon. Aside from sucking the very life out of a person with Bravo's all day long marathons of shows, it is the entertainment news that boggles my mind. There is an entire industry that is based upon reportin...