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I attend a peace rally in Sylvester Park on Wednesday afternoon and I am joined by a bunch of Catholics with ashes on their foreheads. I decided to join the rally at the last minute. Baby Tate still has boysenberry jam on his face from his afternoon snack. It looks as though it will rain so we have bundled up in fleece, long...

"Can we share?" I say to Hank. Obviously I'm overdressed for the occasion wearing a pink tanktop and sagging black military pants. He sizes me up wrong as we stand outside of Trader Joes, the California grocery store. He mistakes me for a yuppie. Which is what all the other people are who are outside of Trader Joes are. He...

I had a biopsy this morning. Only a small one; a piece of skin sliced off my face, just below the left eye. The doctor complimented my nice scars - so faded, so flat. We chatted about treatment options and the research studies and the fact that new drugs are often promoted by doctors employed by pharmeceutical companies....

At seven weeks, Ben was thriving; nursing constantly through a growth spurt, alert and interested in the world, smiling at his dad and me. He had just gotten control of his hands and we laughed as we watched him wrap one hand around the other and, brow furrowed in concentration, push it into his mouth. Self-soothing! we...

Adam Pertman is a father, Pulitzer prize nominated journalist, and the author of several books on adoption. Adam took time to talk to This Manic Mama about the changing face of the adoption system in North America, and his books...

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