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A fortune cookie, Mother Teresa, dreams of grandeur
By Our ReadersMarch 1994When we talked to school officials, we kept our argument simple: Oregon law says if we live this far away, the mandatory school attendance law doesn’t apply. The superintendent of the school district threatened us with sheriffs, lawyers, and courts, but I told him to read the statute, and we proceeded with our plans.
By Jon RemmerdeDecember 1993He looked odd, hardly lovable. His head was elongated from the pounding it had taken against a cervix that did not fully dilate. He was covered with blood and amniotic fluid. When he took his first breath, he closed his eyes and screamed. The sound, the sight of him, and the profound terror of being a parent took my breath away.
By Erec TosoNovember 1993How did this happen? How did my desire for a baby escalate during the past few years from a sweet little notion that fluttered through my mind now and then into a full-scale, unrelenting obsession? At what point did I lose all sense of proportion and patience?
By Judith MaloneyNovember 1993At thirty-one, I steadily decay. Breasts succumb to gravity and sag. My eyes weaken. My senses falter. Well-meaning friends have offered referrals for plastic surgeons, opticians, and psychoanalysts, hinting at the necessity to fight the breakdown of body, the breakup of mind.
By D. Rose HartmannNovember 1993A puddle of antifreeze, a porcelain doll, an extension cord
By Our ReadersNovember 1993Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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