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Jennifer Butler Basile
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Just trying to reach my full potential
Just trying to reach my full potential

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When planning for a trip to the shore, one usually worries about which towels to bring, bathing suits, sunscreen. I did. I thought of all the fun we’d have. I also thought of what was outside the idyllic beach town to which we were headed. See, we were…
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The following is not advisable, nor is it recommended or endorsed by any of the information herein; the anecdotes serve as a reflection of my personal experiences. Do not take the same road I have.  About three and a half weeks ago, I weaned myself off my…
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Stand at the foot of the hill. Gaze at the crest as it looms above, Silhouetted against the night sky, Suddenly light in comparison. A streak of cloud, the rounded edges of treetops. To feel small in the furrows between the tall corn stalks To feel broad…
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Crisp air punctuated by the smell of pine Crickets in the thickets of roadside grass Their calls cycling faster and faster as I pass, like a card in bicycle spokes Highbeams illuminate the trunks of trees lined up like the walls of tunnels Unclear whether…
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I love that there is a line of light on the horizon,  a gleam just beyond A glow of grey at the billowing edge of green, the globes atop tree branches It is dark in the corners – But there, far away, it is bright.
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Three years ago, Kelly Kittel began her journey of book tours and signings, publicity and PR for her newly published memoir, Breathe: A Memoir of Motherhood, Grief, and Family Conflict.  I’d journeyed with her, on parallel paths, in a shared writing group…
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The baby is screaming. She fell asleep during her bedtime feeding, exhausted from the non-nap she took, but woke as I dressed her in pajamas. Two of sisters came to her crib-side to stem the tide of tears, only prolonging the cry-it-out of which she is…
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Home again, and Jane and I are going walkabout.  I have her rigged on my shoulders in the backpack.  Distributed throughout the aluminum frame and snugged straps, her weight dissipates to nothing.  After all, she weighs little more than a good-sized…
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I can put myself in the labor bed for the birth of my third child.  I can see the scene unfold.  I can hear the conversations with my midwife.  I remember how, even at the height of contractions with delivery imminent, I still hadn’t come to grips with…
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11 months, 2 weeks ago, I was trudging through the day-to-day like an elephant on two legs in an animated film.  I was full with pregnancy, with baby, aches and pains, in bladder, daily chaos, and exhaustion.  I was in some sort of suspended stasis;…
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