Living Hypertensive

Picture it: winter in a western suburb of Philly, 2004. It was a blustery day when my new son and I visited our midwife for my first postpartum appointment. I was happy and tired, as many new mommies are. My son was thriving and I weighed twenty pounds less of the 200 pounds I was…

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Cleaning My Closet

(Almost) everything must go! I am unsure of the person taking credit¬†for deeming closest spaces junk abysses in most homes. If I ever met them, our introduction would be met with condescendence and sarcasm, along with my hand flailing about the clutter for effect: ¬†"Oh, you're the one responsible for this? Thanks." I don't kid…