Fantastic work as always! You're a very clear writer. I'm never left wondering what you mean by certain things.
Also, I was wondering about your take on the latest study of human happiness published by Harvard. There was an article published in the Atlantic called "What the Longest Study on Human Happiness Found is the Key to a Good Life," by Robert Waldinger and Marc Schulz. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Your mind is of such value!
I enjoyed how this essay weaves precise specifics about childbirth and mythic symbolism and a little bit of everything else! "Turning over authorship" is also such a lovely way of framing it. Thanks for sharing.
So beautiful and meaningful. Thank you for writing this. Here's to Adam Lazarus. With that of Lazarus, it occurs to me that my poem written in tribute to immigrants of any kind is for Adam too:
Fantastic work as always! You're a very clear writer. I'm never left wondering what you mean by certain things.
Also, I was wondering about your take on the latest study of human happiness published by Harvard. There was an article published in the Atlantic called "What the Longest Study on Human Happiness Found is the Key to a Good Life," by Robert Waldinger and Marc Schulz. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Your mind is of such value!
I enjoyed how this essay weaves precise specifics about childbirth and mythic symbolism and a little bit of everything else! "Turning over authorship" is also such a lovely way of framing it. Thanks for sharing.
So beautiful and meaningful. Thank you for writing this. Here's to Adam Lazarus. With that of Lazarus, it occurs to me that my poem written in tribute to immigrants of any kind is for Adam too:
At Last
It matters not which border crossed,
From desert dry or tempest tossed,
To waves of grain and freedom’s sigh,
From womb’s dark hold to first-light’s cry—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
It matters not what age you came,
Eight months or eighty years the same,
What color skin your parents’ face,
What faith from which they fled to grace—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
Now eye to eye these measuring minds,
The hopeful search for justice finds
No honest man can blindly curse
One more like he in chorus and verse
Than different—yes, in essence we
Are species same, from nose to knee—
As equals born with equal right
To live and work and dream the night
Where best we may, and here you are,
Your place of birth be near or far,
Your life and loves as dear to you
As mine to me—and this is true:
As innocent till guilty proved,
Against you none are justly moved.
So come, let’s toast to freedom’s song,
And may someday you pass along—
It matters not which border crossed,
To nurse’s hands or shoreline lost—
You’re here, you’re here, at last.
~ Quent Cordair
Adam is a beautiful child! What can I say, except ‘Thank-you’ for sharing these deeply personal thoughts with others, also.
… from another Mother
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Congrats gena!!! He’s adorable!