The other day Harrison picked out his outfit. Red & blue Cars tshirt. Green Master’s belt. Blue & orange bulldozer socks. He spent ten minutes admiring himself in our full-legnth bathroom mirror doors, telling me & himself & all the green & pink tile that he “looks good!” Until he got so close that he whacked [...]
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We took Harrison to the driving range for the first time on Wednesday night. He was so proud, strutting past the other golfers with his bag on his back & his pink clubs peeking out. He wanted pink, he said. I picked out the little furry hedgehog hybrid cover that is small enough to fit [...]
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I grew up in a suburban neighborhood where we spent long years on swim team & rode the bus with the same kids for well over a decade. We played cards in the club house when summer thunderstorms rolled through & in the evenings, we’d round up teams to play capture the flag in the woods & [...]
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I am notorious for my intolerance to anesthesia. Like that time I told the nurse to get me some g-damn apple juice after my septoplasty. Or when I screamed at the nurse that I hated her & she could go fuck herself after my breast reduction. Or when I sobbed uncontrollably for hours after my ablation for [...]
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Who has two thumbs & two ovaries? THIS GIRL. Figured I should get that out of the way first – that my doctor managed to save my ovary & while it came at a price (doesn’t everything?), I am so thankful for it. Right before they took me to the operating room, my doctor came in [...]
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