A Married Woman’s Crushes

Somewhere inside, lives the teeny-bopper I never was. To start, I have always been a late bloomer. I mean, despite the fact that I had a “boyfriend” in preschool (Georgie was a red-head…), and “dated” the same guy from 6th grade through sometime my senior year (because we looked cute…

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scared.

Ever since the early months of my first pregnancy, I have been wary of the threat of postpartum depression. Having had my share of bottom-sucking low moments and suicidal thoughts throughout high school and into college, I have been aware of the fact that motherhood and the hormones that come…

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