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Stigma Spelled 'S-U-I-C-I-D-E'

Sad Girl

I checked the mail today.  Inside was a large yellow envelope addressed to me from the Regional Supervising Coroner’s office.This envelope, I hoped, would contain some answers about my husband’s death that had been unclear.  When the police told me they had found my husband they took a guess as to what had happened.  A day later they retracted.  At any rate, it was clear there was uncertainty.  Read more >

The Opposite of Happiness: The Underside of Joy

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Seré Prince Halverson's debut novel, The Underside of Joy, is the breathtaking story of what happens when your world changes in an instant. A rogue wave takes Ella's husband, Joe, and in an instant everything changes. For three years, Ella has been the only mother their children have known. When Joe's ex-wife Paige shows up at his funeral, intent on reclaiming her children, it becomes clear that nothing will ever be the same again.  Read more >

One Psychologist's Perspective on Gay Parents

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While I have strong opinions, I have never felt qualified to write a blog post about same-sex parents. It was not until I saw this particular video of a very successful college student in Iowa, who just happened to be raised by a lesbian couple, that I finally felt qualified. I felt within my realm.  Read more >

Don't Roll Your Eyes At Me! and Other Parenting Resolutions for 2012

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Rumor has it that 2012 is upon us. While I was trying to figure out what my resolutions or goals should be for the year (think: reading, organization, weight), I realized that there are some things I’d like to add to and or change in my parenting. Some are goals -- actual things to be done at some point. Some are resolutions -- concepts that either need changed or accomplished. Either way, while there aren’t many, these four parenting goals should keep me busy this year.  Read more >

Welsh Rarebit: A Family Tradition

Welsh Rarebit

For as long as I can remember, my mother has made a bizarre dish called Welsh Rarebit. Translated to American fare, it involves melted cheese over crumbled saltines and ...um, that's pretty much it. When the family gathers at my brother's Mississippi home for the holidays, my mother is expected to recreate this family memory on the stove.  Read more >

If I Do Something Bad, Will You Still Love Me?

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Nearly every day I drive my car past a sign that announces a watershed up the road. I say the word out loud all the time. Watershed. It is a word that I want to harness. I want to own. I think about marked points across time and space. I think about Judeo-Christian mythology and the fall of Eden. I think about wars and love and the way people turn on a dime and walk into the forest of regret. Watershed.  Read more >

Mothering Heals Me

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Tonight, while I changed the sheets on my daughters' bunk beds I couldn't help but remember moments of my turbulent childhood. I was mindful of how I tucked the fitted sheets on their mattresses because while I did so, I vicariously tended to the bed I would have slept in as a little girl and added the attention I needed... It healed me.  Read more >

Extraordinary Prenatal Care

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I am receiving good prenatal care. But I am also receiving extraordinary prenatal care. My midwives have sat with me and listened to my hopes and dreams and fears about this birth. They know how close I am to my parents and my siblings and my grandparents. They know how difficult it is for me to see my grandfather, who suffered a severe stroke just two weeks ago, so sick and frail and vulnerable, caught in between life and death for the time being. And so one of my midwives has checked in on me every single day since my grandfather’s stroke. To see how he’s doing. To see how I’m doing.  Read more >

Holding the Green Tongue

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This holiday season, many of us will travel outside our eco-comfort zones - far away from recycling routines and compost bins - to households, cultures and regions where green habits do not exist. And there, our heads will explode - some quietly and some not.  Read more >

You Can't Pass Down Your Tweets

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My great-grandfather came to this country from Italy in the early 1900's.  His supposed intention was to send for his wife and children after he got settled but his family never heard from him again. So his daughter, my grandmother, came to America when she was 16 years old to look for him.  According to my mother, my grandmother said she never found out what happened and wouldn't talk about him anymore.I often think how sad it was that my mother and her siblings never got to know their grandfather or really anything about him.  Read more >