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The Dance Party Continues
I’ve been having dance parties for as long as I can remember—from Michael Jackson and Madonna in preschool, to weekends dancing with my best friend in high school, college afternoons and late nights dancing until 5 a.m., to making Bailey Bear my reluctant partner. Now I have a new, very willing dance partner: Baby J.…
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The Quiet Isolation of Motherhood in the Suburbs
After becoming a mother, the author grapples with unexpected loneliness, especially after moving to San Antonio. She reflects on the loss of her career, community, and daily interactions, realizing the importance of rebuilding connections. Despite her love for motherhood, she craves social ties and acknowledges that mothers need a supportive community as well.
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The Missing Middle: Why Having Children Feels Out of Reach for So Many Americans
But after budgeting for motherhood as a GS-14 in Washington, DC—and later experiencing the benefits cliff after losing my job—I began to understand why so many middle-class families feel squeezed. This is a reflection on the growing affordability gap facing the “missing middle” and why raising children shouldn’t feel like a luxury.
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Watching My Mother Fade Through FaceTime: A Tribute to a Woman Ahead of Her Time
As this post is published, my mother, Tahera Rashid, is being laid to rest in Bangladesh. A woman ahead of her time, she built a life across journalism, banking, education, and family legacy while raising generations shaped by strong women. This is a reflection on grief, caregiving from afar, motherhood, and enduring love.
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One and Done Wasn’t the Plan
A personal reflection on being one and done, navigating a remaining IVF embryo, solo motherhood, aging parents, and the realities of modern family planning after 40.
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Between Parents and Parenthood: The Millennial Sandwich No One Prepared Us For
A reflective story about caring for aging parents as a Millennial and stepping into motherhood — a deeply personal take on what it means to be part of the sandwich generation. I became a caregiver long before I ever became a parent. In my late twenties, while most of my friends were climbing career ladders…
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From Pandemic Companion to Big Sister
When I think back to the pandemic, I don’t just remember the fear, the uncertainty, or the long stretches of isolation—I remember Bailey. She was my anchor, my comfort, and in so many ways, my first born child. I brought her home when the world felt like it was spinning out of control, and somehow…
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