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A Place Called Middleground
One afternoon the week before Christmas, I moved through my typical routine. Put Eloise down for a nap. Velcro her Owlet on her foot. Attach
Out on the Town
This summer was the summer of getting back out there. We’ve spent much of the past couple of years in isolation as we’ve done our
A Letter to the Coffee Kiosk Employee
Dear coffee kiosk employee, We’ve come a long way. You know my husband better, but we’ve met a few times. I’d like to think I
The Loss of Normal Parenthood
I grieved the loss of normal parenthood. This was what I told people in the early days. It served as a satisfactory answer to the
2022 Book Club
This book club is something lighthearted in the midst of often feeling overwhelmed by the therapies, doctor’s appointments, and hospital stays. I’ve wondered if a
Youthful Grandmas, Part 3
The neonatologist focused on code status while I focused on getting to know Eloise. Sure, I had known her for nine months, seen her black
Youthful Grandmas, Part 2
I will admit that I’ve had my own fixation with achievement. When we found out Eloise’s diagnosis, I asked questions like: Will she walk? Will