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Dear God, Do You Still See Me?

Dear God, Do You Still See Me?

The dermatologist rolls right up to me on her stool so we’re knee to knee. Her voice is tender. “Tell me what’s been going on with your hands.” Out of nowhere my tears press; I hadn’t realized my emotions were so close to the surface. I...
The Art of Cheerful Expectancy

The Art of Cheerful Expectancy

Five days before Christmas, I sat in a booth with a marble table, swallowing a bite of mint-chip ice cream I’d barely tasted. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s schedule it.” Garth’s eyes danced. “We’re gonna have a baby tomorrow?” I smiled. “We’re gonna have a baby tomorrow.”...