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“Taber, I love you like the sky.” “And the moon Mama.” “Yes, I love you like the sky, and the sun, and the moon.” “And Jupiter.” ***  There’s magic in conversing with my three-year-old son. I delight in watching him play. I am fascinated with the questions he poses and his shared observations…(Read More)

In Lieu of Presents

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Today, my son Taber turns three and we celebrate at the beach. Balloons, homemade gluten-free cake, beer, and a wide variety of vegetarian dishes grace our table. Friends gather with children and we play an “introduce yourself” game with a large, colorful parachute. The little ones laugh loudly while running underneath, and on top…(Read More)

The purple bag is packed. In fact, I’ve had it ready now for two weeks. Lovingly assembled doula items wait patiently. “I’m on call right now,” I tell my religion and philosophy students at a New Jersey preparatory boarding school. I place my cell phone on the large wooden table that is the…(Read More)

Today, my mother-in-law arrives. My husband’s mother visits every four to five months. Her soft blouses predictably sport cheerful, butterfly designs. She enjoys drinking a cold Stella beer and walking barefoot in the backyard of our south Florida home. Her beautiful, white hair shines in the sun. She loves to read to…(Read More)

Iran on My Mind

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I pull my 22-month-old son along in the hand-made red, wooden wagon my husband built last Christmas. We enjoy our familiar “wagon rides” to our local Walgreens. The cashier with wildly adorned, seasonally inspired hats greets us with a smile. I pull my son through the aisles picking up his favorite Pirate…(Read More)

Not long ago, laws protected the “rights of men” to use physical force to correct or punish their wives. A husband’s ability to assert his authority through corporal punishment was accepted as a social norm. Due to the dedicated efforts of activists working to improve the status of women, legal prohibitions forbidding any form…(Read More)

Doula of Birth and Death

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I am a mother. Through my body, my son entered our world. Because of this fact, one day he will die. I bow to the mystery wherein resides this difficult truth. I bow to the love that gives this mystery meaning. *** At birth, we each are given two gifts. One is life and the…(Read More)

I stand with my son in northern Utah. Together we harvest raspberries in my aunt’s backyard. Mountain foothills blanketed in fall colors surround her home. A late September chill fills the air. I could stare at these mountains for hours. I draw upon the memory of their strength when I am away from this…(Read More)

“My penis was cut without my consent and without good reason. This will not happen to our son.” My husband speaks with clarity and conviction. Long before we became parents, my husband carefully researched the subject of male genital cutting, commonly called circumcision. His opposition to the practice is two-fold. First, there is the…(Read More)

Working Hard to Stay-at-Home

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I wish I had known how much I would love being a mother. How could I have anticipated the depth of this love? My heart opens with wonder when I watch my two-year-old son lift his arms, snap his fingers, and sway to music. Any music. We could be in the check out…(Read More)