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An Open Life

I had been foolish, once again, to let my heart be torn open by men. My mother had warned me about this once. Strict, autocratic, with a tinge of neuroticism dyed into her every nerve, she had ruled over my household with an iron fist. No wonder – she had escaped communist China with her…

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Do We Need Him or Do We Want Him?

This morning,I had one of my typical, “Be cool, be cool, Mom!” moments where I saw an opportunity to make my sweet baby feel empowered and strong as a female.  (Well, as a person. We just aren’t there yet in society to differentiate between female empowerment and person-empowerment, and I’ve come to terms with that).…

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In Sickness and in Health: A Hypochondriac’s Guide to Love

You can usually hear me coming from down the hall because my bag announces my arrival with its various contents rattling inside.On the menu, I have Excedrin, Advil, and Ibuprofen in preparation for any strain of headache or migraine that decides to abruptly ruin my day. I also have an array of vitamins: from Vitamin…