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Her first breath. My first love.

Life is full of lines. Lines you don't cross and lines you do. Lines indicate the direction of the road or where to stop - they change the way we go about our life. These two changed mine.

The embryos that changed our life.

I was working one evening at The Miami Herald when I got a random e-mail from someone whose name I did not recognize with the subject line "Kakie Urch told me to e-mail you." Kakie was an ex-girlfriend who I stayed friends with (and respected greatly), so anyone who dropped her name earned my immediate respect. It turns out the e-mail was from a woman named Kristina who was looking …

“You know,” he said, turning to me, “I can recite the first eighteen lines of ‘The Prologue’ to The Canterbury Tales in Middle English.”

I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat. “Um, oh. Wow.” I mean, what does one say to something like that?

“Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote...”

And then he proceeded to recite the first eighteen …

I hadn't planned on getting pregnant: I was taking the pill, and never missed a day. Still, it happened. (I'm that .01 percent.) It wasn't easy, but I embraced it.

And even though we had only been dating for three months, Andrew and I got engaged, agreeing on three things we knew for sure: that we loved each other very much, that our baby was made from this …

I have an Ivy League diploma on my wall and an ice strainer in my hand. It’s 1992, and I'm a recent graduate in New York, trying to work for a magazine. Any magazine will do. In the meantime, I’m pouring drinks that involve too much blue curacao and Malibu rum for the bridge-and-tunnel crowd at a blues bar on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village. I’m not too proud for …
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The Moment Book

Moments from the SMITH Community

Tomorrowland "Daisy, F3," my son Archer says as we pull into our parking spot. Disneyland’s about to open and we've arrived, just the two of us, our last hoorah before school starts. *** The alarm goes off and I pull the pillow tightly over my head. My husband, Hal, offers to wake the kids so I roll over, fall back asleep until Archer's voice wakes me, this time for good. "Hi, Mommy. It's …
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With Both Hands Whenever I think of my mother, my mind flips to this story. Not to the whole story, but right to the middle of it, the worst moments of it. For me, that's where the story always starts. My mother was beating the hell out of me. The first few blows seemed to come from every direction as I grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, not …
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Reasons to be Thankful By Robert Israel They scraped me off the street, my bicycle in a heap nearby, and ever so gingerly placed me on the gurney. A crowd of curious onlookers watched intently, thankful they were not being loaded onto the ambulance. The nurses at the hospital were calming as nurses are wont to be, and administered an intravenous tube of morphine, and soon everything around me became fuzzy and numb, and the …
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