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Yes, Sweetie, Baby Sister is Black Like Us

“He’s not one of the cool boys. The brown boys are cool, but he’s not.” Then-almost-four-year-old Taylor pointed at a magazine photo of Israeli-born hip-hop music exec Lyor Cohen posing with the rap group Run-DMC. I knew she wasn’t mimicking …

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Dia De La Madre

Dar mucho, pedir poco. “Give much, ask for little.” This is the motto of the “motherhood medallion,” created in 1969 here in Spain to acknowledge the many sacrifices involved in being a mother. This small gold medal, to be worn …

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Dad, In Red

My son Jordan held the metal paint can above his head. That was my father, his ashes in the paint. “You’re never going to finish this,” Jordan said. “I know it. You’re never even going to start.” He brought his …

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Wild, Wild Horses

“Put it in gear,” Paul yelled from the rear of the car. “I’m trying,” Missy called back, over the noisy rattle of the engine. Her hands began to sweat; she could feel the gears resisting, grinding slightly as she pressed …

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Body Language

The day Jessica drew blood, I decided it was time to quit breastfeeding. She had tried a few tentative nibbles before, but now her lower teeth were through, and this was the first time it had really hurt. I had …

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On Not Learning to Clean

Growing up, we never celebrated Mother’s Day. My mother always claimed it was an invention of the greeting card companies, or that’s how I remember it. I recently learned it wasn’t, but Mom would probably smile to know that Anna …

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What a Thimble Holds

“Hurry and rinse the shampoo out of your hair, sweetie,” I urge — she’s been in there a long time and the steam from the hot water fills the bathroom like a cloud. “There’s nothing worse than a cold shower!” …

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My Mother, The Munchen

In the early days of my courtship with Sparta, he gave me a photo of him and his work partner, taken at a youth group fundraiser. It showed the two police officers in their blue uniforms, thumbs hooked into their …

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Stay-Home Mom, with Benefits

“So what do you want for Mother’s Day?” Kennard asked me in early May. We were on the verge of having a newborn, so my options were limited. But he was doing his best. “Hmmm,” I thought, “what do I …

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The Evolution of Motherhood

I’m jealous of my brothers’ wives. One just recently gave birth to her first child, and the other is due with her first baby in August. I’m not jealous because I want to be pregnant or have another baby. In …

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