Do I know for sure, for sure, if we should do it? No, but I do know we can't keep talking about it. We're either never going to do it, or we're going to become two Tony Randles who feed our baby applesauce that we also eat.
I think that we've all come to understand that a baby is a bomb that goes off in the middle of a marriage, but what happens when there's no marriage? It's a bomb that goes off in a friend group, and it catches everybody in the shrapnel.
I wrote some of these stories feeling existentially like a daughter, and now I have returned to them with a different identification. It was as if I had failed to see the drama on the mother's side, too, her particular longings and humiliations and needs.
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Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
