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A Letter to My Younger Sister: The Amazing and Horrible Truth About Becoming a Mother

My sister is in town from Chicago this week, for a last visit to Connecticut before moving to California to take a tenure-track assistant professor position.  She is dissertating (is that a verb?) this summer to get her Ph.D. in political science.  She is 29, and I am 34.  At 29, I was getting married

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Big Sister Is Watching You

Today is kind of a macabre milestone: it’s the day I have officially lived longer than my father. So I’ve been thinking a lot about The Nukes – my Original Nuclear Family. The Nukes consisted of my father, who was a salesman of many different products, mostly home improvement services; my mother, who was a

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