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“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”

William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country

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Winged Dreams

Sometimes you don’t know what you need until you get it.

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What if Trying to Explain the Effects of Motherloss to Nonadoptees is A Waste of Time?

This is what I see: I see a whole flood of incredibly beautiful people repeatedly banging their head against a brick wall. I see these people throwing themselves against the wall, gnashing their teeth, crying, yelling, whispering, begging, holding out money and gifts. And then, over and over again, returning to smashing their heads against this unmoving, uhearing wall.

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Worker Bee Farm

Farmer Will told me that his farm is where farmers go to get their produce.

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What is a Mother? Or Who? Or How? Guest Blog Post by Shannon Quist

I have to remind myself that I’m the expert on my lived experience, but as far as having a mother, being mothered, being a mother, I have to be honest: I’ve been in the weeds on this for a long time, and though I’ve grown taller, this is a place I’ve not yet conquered.

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