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  Oh my God, yesterday. I woke up in a mother-funk from an intense night of dreaming and healing whatever my subconscious was traveling through. (Isn’t it crazy how that works?) My house was ready to get up too. I usually like a full hour to myself, but I...

  I wasn’t born a woman.  I sort of stretched myself into one, slowly and with great concentration.  I read Sassy magazine and watched how my mother curled her hair and put on black eyeliner at red lights.  I cried when I first got underarm hair. ...