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My Three Dads

By all accounts, legal and biological, I have had three fathers, a bounty that has left me reflecting on what it means to be a father, and maybe more so, what it means to be someone’s daughter.

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How I Was Meant To Be The Mom I Am

My twins were created 10 years ago today. In a little plastic dish that now sits in a box of keepsakes in my basement. I’ve never really talked about it before outside of my close friends and family. It was back during a time when back-to-back miscarriages left me thinking I was only going to

When My Daughter Got a Memorial Tattoo for her Dad

She came to me again at some point and pleaded her case further, believing that the tattoo she wanted and the reasoning behind it would soften me. Her dad died when she was 12. What she was proposing was a small tattoo, on the inside of her arm, of his very recognizable signature.

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The Struggle Coming From Abject Poverty

I was a wounded and frightened child trying to live an adult life. After a year I wanted to have a baby, after all when you are finishing up your last year in high school, and a successful year at that, and you have outgrown the party scene, the next logical step would be to start a family.

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