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Supply and demand

This post is going to be about breastfeeding and I am probably going to use crude slang. Scratch that. I am definitely going to use some crude slang. Avert your eyes if you’re too delicate to get real about what boobs are made for. I’m looking at you, nearly every man ever. (Just kidding, y’all are all right.) One of the biggest obstacles I have ever overcome is breastfeeding. Yes, I gave birth in my…

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I can't believe I'm talking about sports memories

How many Chipper puns should I try to make for this title?

I caught wind on Twitter that Chipper Jones is retiring. I haven’t kept up very much with Chipper or baseball in general for many years, but back in seventh or eighth grade, I fell hard for Chipper. I just happened to see his face flit across the TV during the game and I was instantly in love. He had that easy boyish grin that always hooks me. I watched the game to find out his…

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holden parenthood

The line between what is and what could have been

I look at Holden and I still cannot believe he is here. That he is so beautiful and so sweet and so smiley and so ours. It is amazing and heartbreaking all at once to know how differently things could have gone, how he could have not ever come into my life. I read a blog by a local woman who has been trying for years to have a baby — I’m talking multiple rounds…

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3.5.12: Four months

Moldy Old Holdie: Two things. One. Sorry about the new nickname. I don’t know how it happened or where exactly it came from, but I use it sparingly so as to not dent your delicate sense of self-esteem, which I imagine is forming as we speak. You are not moldy or old; you smell wonderful (usually — we’ll get to that in a minute) and you are still very young and sparkly and new. It’s…

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