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Dear Adolescence,
 
I spent years waiting for you. Even as my daughter suckled at my breast, or slipped her warm little hand in mine as we crossed the street, I knew she was under your curse. I'd heard you mutter it when she was born. I knew that even if I dedicated my entire life to burning every single spinning...

"It's insane to know what wind is saying to you, that's why you shouldn't even try." Love. Death. Magic. Preschool. This Manic Mama returns with an interview with Leslie McCollom, author and collector of Preschool Gems.

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While on a camping trip at the beach north of Santa Barbara I ditched my family and headed into nearby Solvang for the day. My children's sibling rivalry was so severe that they would whine and fight in the middle of Disneyland, and our camping trip had been somewhat hellish. They were busy making sandcastles with my husband...

I've been thinking about my parents. Namely, if they ever talked about how big of a deal it would be to have a biracial child. I'm guessing they didn't, that they just wanted to have a child together. But sometimes I try to think about what knowledge, if any, they could have given me to go through life as a mixed-race child...

My son was born when I was 22 years old. He was conceived during one freezing winter in Lake Tahoe, CA.
 
When I discovered I was pregnant, my immediate reaction was that I was too young to have a baby and that I should have an abortion. When I spoke with Ethan, my boyfriend at the time and father-to-be, he did...

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