By Brianna Randall. Someone else is sharing my inner space: my breath, my blood, my body.
Growing a Baby on a Boat
By Brianna Randall. I attribute my breezy early pregnancy to the fact that I was on a sailboat, anchored amidst lazy tropical islands with nothing I had to do and nowhere I had to go.
Sour Cream and Onion Dip (Yeah, Right.)
By Brianna Randall. When I crave sour cream and onion dip with potato chips, I'm ecstatic if one of the three restaurants in town is serving fried fish with mayonaise on top.
Peeing on a Stick
By Brianna Randall. I always thought I'd pee on the stick in my own familiar bathroom, in my own comfortable home, at just the right moment.
Turning into Tinker Bell
By Brianna Randall. Do you ever notice that when you hang out with your siblings you feel like a kid again?
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