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She finally asked. I should have known it was coming due to currently being entrenched in the ‘why’ phase. Becky showed up with her one-month-old baby girl Eleanor and her two-year-old son Felix, who is having difficulty sharing his Momma (and her boobs), with an interloper/new little sister. It’s a win-win afternoon all around. I get my baby cuddle fix, volunteering to hold (and smell)…
As an Irish Catholic-German Jew hybrid, I’m so pale some parts of me are as see through as a Vietnamese Spring Roll. I don’t burn, I blister. I’ve elevated avoiding the sun to an artisanal craft, worthy of a weekend workshop. My husband (also a whitey-mcwhite) and I are the ecstatic parents of our black daughter. And our use of the word ‘black’ to describe…