Rainy gray Friday. My mom is downstairs entertaining Thumper for a few hours while I work on novel revisions. You may notice that I am blogging, and therefore not working on revisions. I’ll give it another go in a few …

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The first and most obvious separation from my son was his birth, of course. I’d gotten used to feeling him move in my belly, his sharp little heels poking out or his butt piking up to be rubbed through my …

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