the eye of the needle

When my girls were little, I revelled in how they were alike and how they were so different.

When I would take them for shots, one shook with a fear that was deep and phobic while the other loved to watch the needle going into her arm.

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the hunting ground

After I saw this documentary on rampant and undocumented sexual assault and rape on college campuses, I sent this note to both of my daughters. It re-iterated what I have already hopefully drilled into them but as parents can we ever say something this important too many times?

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I got a facelift

And I am dying to show it to you.

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