Freedom or something like it

Lately I've noticed a lot of people I follow on Instagram or Facebook posting pictures of airline tickets or screenshots of travel confirmations to some fantastic far-off land with a kind of "Nyah nyah we're going on a trip, bitches!" undertone. And when I'm feeling peevish, I think, "Well good for you, but damn, that's …

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Begin to dream

From my teens through most of my 30s, my absolute worst recurrent nightmare was that I was pregnant. Even if in my waking life it would have at times been a physical impossibility, the terror at the sense that my life would no longer be "my own" always seemed so real. I had too many …