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Guessing at Sex
Something’s happened. Something both miraculous and mundane. Over the past few months I’ve been transformed from a woman into an incubator. A walking, talking (and often eating and napping) incubator...
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The Trouble with (and without) Fish
Once upon a time in a vast ocean, life evolved. And then, over many millions of years, neurons and spinal cords and eyes developed, nourished all the while in a gentle bath of nutrients and algae. Our...
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Locked Away
The results are in. The ultrasound was conclusive. And despite my previously described hunch that our growing baby is a boy, she turned out to be a girl. We are, of course, ecstatic. A healthy baby and...
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Halfsies!
My husband spotted another one yesterday. A half-Indian, half-Caucasian blend. The woman had an Indian first and last name, but her features were more typical of a Persian ethnicity than either Indian...
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Full of Mind
There’s that term again. Mindfulness. It seems to pop up everywhere these days, like the phrase “Don’t have a cow” did in the early 90’s. Like the concept of free love in the 60’s, or isolationism of...
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Dreaming of Me
My belly button has all but disappeared. In its place, an odd little pillow of skin lies flush with the rest of my stomach. A dark line – the linea nigra – now runs down the length of my abdomen,...
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Tubby Mirror
Today, at a full 9 months pregnant, I waddled around our neighborhood running errands in my frumpy maternity clothes. I passed men in designer shades and shoes, women in dresses with cinched belts and...
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Mother’s Ruin, Moralists, and the Circuitous Path of Science
If you ask someone to draw you a roadmap of science, you’re likely to get something linear and orderly: a one-way highway, perhaps, with new ideas and discoveries converging upon it like so many...
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The Trouble with (and without) Fish
This week I’m posting a piece from my archives (August, 2011) that I’ve updated a little. Two things brought this post to mind: 1) the recent EPA report that women have become better informed about...
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Known Unknowns
Why no one can say exactly how much is safe to drink while pregnant I was waiting in the dining car of an Amtrak train recently when I looked up and saw that old familiar sign: “According to the...
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Guessing at Sex
Something's happened. Something both miraculous and mundane. Over the past few months I've been transformed from a woman into an incubator. A walking, talking (and often eating and napping) incubator...
View ArticleClik here to view.
The Trouble with (and without) Fish
Once upon a time in a vast ocean, life evolved. And then, over many millions of years, neurons and spinal cords and eyes developed, nourished all the while in a gentle bath of nutrients and algae. Our...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Locked Away
The results are in. The ultrasound was conclusive. And despite my previously described hunch that our growing baby is a boy, she turned out to be a girl.
View ArticleClik here to view.
Halfsies!
My husband spotted another one yesterday. A half-Indian, half-Caucasian blend. The woman had an Indian first and last name, but her features were more typical of a Persian ethnicity than either Indian...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Full of Mind
Mindfulness. It seems to pop up everywhere these days, like the phrase “Don’t have a cow” did in the early 90’s. Like the concept of free love in the 60’s, or isolationism of the 30’s, mindfulness is...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Dreaming of Me
My belly button has all but disappeared. In its place, an odd little pillow of skin lies flush with the rest of my stomach. A dark line – the linea nigra – now runs down the length of my abdomen,...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Tubby Mirror
Today, at a full 9 months pregnant, I waddled around our neighborhood running errands in my frumpy maternity clothes. I passed men in designer shades and shoes, women in dresses with cinched belts and...
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