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Martha’s not my child, I’d say, as if I was joking, as if my feelings weren’t hurt. I would say: She’s my roommate. Now I can say, she was not my child, but she was the first member of my family. Martha was my best friend and my witness. I had been on my own for so long, swimming upstream, and now I had a partner in it. There’s a bright line betwee... See more
Jean • My best friend and my witness
‘Motherhood is an obliteration of the self,’
Diana Evans • Ordinary People: Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
Here is Cheryl, a tightly-wound, vulnerable woman who lives alone, with a perpetual lump in her throat. She is haunted by a baby boy she met when she was six, who sometimes recurs as other people’s babies. Cheryl is also obsessed with Phillip, a philandering board member at the women’s self-defense nonprofit where she works. She believes they’ve be... See more
Miranda July • The First Bad Man

For Susan Mossman Taylor Forever Ago
Alex Dobrenko • 23 cards

The baby looked drowsy now, which pleased Julia. That meant her child wasn’t hooked up to her mother’s adrenal system. If she was, Alice would be crying right now. Julia wanted to cry.
Ann Napolitano • Hello Beautiful: THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

