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Dear Sarah from last October, You're standing on the damp, splintery planks of the marina dock at 6:15 AM. You're wearing those gray Lululemon leggings that are starting to pill at the inner thighs, an oversized, slightly damp college sweatshirt,...

The biggest lie the baby industry feeds you is that you need a massive "diaper stockpile" before the baby even takes their first breath. I vividly remember standing in my garage, eight months pregnant with my oldest, just admiring this...

We were twenty minutes into Thanksgiving dinner two years ago when it happened. My grandmother, who has always dressed like she’s about to have tea with the Queen, was trying to lift a spoonful of gravy. Her hand gave that...