I found this little sign friend in a thrift store in North Carolina like three years back, and I was like, you are my mantra, and you are coming home with me. It sits in …
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The King
I very much treasure this tiny picture of Larry King and I that lives somewhere on the internet. I was early 20 something, post-playwriting Grad school in NYC, and a theater company I helped form, …
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I resolve
Morrison took these pictures of me after our New Year’s eve dinner the other night. YES, we got dressed up to go downstairs and play board games over Zoom because Joe had just pooped on …
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This Christmas
OH, PARDON ME, while I completely abuse and overuse this new ‘image gallery’ setting I discovered on my blog that is probably a thing that everyone in the world already knew how to do, except …
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new old things
The other day I said to Morrison, this year I want one hundred presents under the tree. I want the presents to cascade from the tree into other rooms like we’ve suffered a terrible leak …
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a family
Coronavirus has surely taken some normalcies from us, BUT I WAS NOT ABOUT TO LET IT ROB ME OF THE FIRST FAMILY PICTURE, IN WHICH THE PHOTOGRAPHER IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO MAKE THE BABY SMILE …
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not lost on me
October is national pregnancy and infant loss awareness month, and it’s not lost on me that this time last year, we’d just had our second failed IVF transfer and I screamed in a parking lot …
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Life doesn’t frighten me
Behind my left ear lives a tiny imaginary reporter from the New York Times who’s doing a profile on me. WHAT, DO YOU NOT HAVE THAT? Each morning they ask: Say, Bekah, what do you …
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screaming awake
I’m still getting used to New Sleep, in which you never quite sleep, but are always listening for the sound of your baby crying, or moving, or thinking, or anything-ing. You float above sleep, but …
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A Blessing
I am VERY LUCKY that I have a husband that wants to and is able to be an equal participant in raising (ie: desperately, moment to moment, trying to understand and the keeping alive of) …