By Tiffany Singer In every way it was a typical baby shower: we played a few games, ate finger foods, and watched the mother open gifts. We admired a handmade baby quilt and cooed over adorable Baby Gap onesies, tiny booties, and the like. Eventually the planned activities gave way to chatter. I listened to …
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Poem: Mitosis
By Noelle Carter To be a woman is to be heavy, to know the elements, one by one, to return to the earth which first gave life, to feel its weight, and to come forth again. A naiad is light and air in elusive flame. Her heart is bound to nothing and flies free. But …