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What an awful burden we mothers and fathers, Jewish and not, have to bear – to hatch a thing we love more than ourselves into a world so fundamentally unworthy.

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All interesting, worthwhile humans suffered and struggled and overcame adversity of one sort or another. Pain is constructive. Misery can be useful. I believed this the way I believe the sun rises in the east. Then I had children, and I slowly began to disbelieve and disavow it.

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I was 15 when I first read ‘The Feminine Mystique,’ locked in my bedroom, probably wearing black, groping for any ideas I could find on how not to become my mother.

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May 4, 2024

I was 15 when I first read ‘The Feminine Mystique,’ locked in my bedroom, probably wearing black, groping for any ideas I could find on how not to become my mother.

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May 4, 2024

All interesting, worthwhile humans suffered and struggled and overcame adversity of one sort or another. Pain is constructive. Misery can be useful. I believed this the way I believe the sun rises in the east. Then I had children, and I slowly began to disbelieve and disavow it.

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