Becoming Eve

Becoming Eve My mother wanted me baptized with the middle name of Eve. It was 1953. The priest would not hear of it. In a covert nod to Church authority, she settled on the diminutive of “Evelyn.” I can’t recall exactly when she shared this anecdote with me. I do know I was old enough […]

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A Culture of Life Imagined

I’ve been worried about the erosion of reproductive rights.  I’ve imagined these all leading to a dystopian hell where women are arrested for miscarriages and families facing infertility are denied the procedures that would allow them to bear children.  Silly, naive me.  I hadn’t noticed this has already come to pass and is much worse […]

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The Sweetest Pitbull

We had a crazy week last week. On Monday, Nick went to NYC for the day for work, and was overcome by a strange dizzy feeling.  Walls spinning; hard to concentrate; nauseous.  He thought  maybe he was dehydrated.  He drank a lot of fluids.  He made it back to Boston that evening — barely — and […]

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We Are Still Here

  “You look great,” Nick said to me, smiling his crinkly smile and touching my arm. He was a liar, but he was a sweet liar. I looked at myself in the mirror behind the bar. My eyes were rimmed with a yellowish tint. My skin was flaky and beet red from the sun because […]

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Skinny-fat

While driving to dinner with my sister and her friend, we started talking about our summer fitness goals. My ever-busy sister said she’d be happy just to make it to yoga and go kickboxing with her boyfriend on the weekends. Her friend said she wanted to drop down to 145 lbs. “Me too,” I said. “I’m […]

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Just Keep Going

“Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final” ― Rainer Maria Rilke   There is a thin line between having it all and losing it all.  And it is on that line I balance, and I think we all might balance. We, as mothers, as women, as humans, all […]

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How It Started

  I was standing on the platform for the 6 train on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, sipping my double latté – it was happening. Again. My hair caught between my shoulder bag and my armpit as I spun around, shocked at the pain that ripped through me. Struggling, I unbuttoned my light summer […]

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