“It’s Not Fair:” A Working-Class Mama with Middle-Class Kids

“It’s not fair.” The first words out of my seven-year old’s mouth after leaving a birthday party turned barbecue at the home of one of her classmates. She had a great time, and her brother too as he tagged along for the party. I sort of knew what she meant when she said those words, […]

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naked

I’m starting to talk myself back into the impostor syndrome. It’s been a little over three months since my precious baby boy was born. It’s been about 12 months since I’ve made any significant headway into my work. Despite knowing the  amount of time it takes to deal with a baby in the early months and […]

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letter to my dreams: be gone

Dearest dreams, I couldn’t quite figure out which of you this prompt was referring to: you that I have at night, you that usually scare me, you that turn my reality inside-out, you that feature as stars those folks that in my real life are nothing more than extras on the movie set of my […]

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beggars can’t be choosy (or dreamers)

I hate filling out financial aid forms. I hate feeling like I’m begging for money, having to justify why I need money to send my kids to preschool. I hate having to explain why I want this preschool, that’s more expensive, instead of that preschool, which is cheaper. I hate having to show all my […]

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