34 years old but still living in the same body that first received the tickling warmth of his breath on the lobe of my ear; his lips’ tender press in the crease of my neck. My same back to his belly. My same belly filled, that night nearly 10 years ago, with the warmth of … Continue reading
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“The Thing Is”*
The last time I was this stuffed with life my grandmother lost hers. What I have left of her now is a curio cabinet filled with a few photos and mementoes, and her scent secured two years after her death in a plastic bag of her bath towels, which I refuse to wash. Every once … Continue reading
The sweetest homecoming
My favorite moment of our first big family trip was when the wheels retracted into the guts of the airplane and Henry pointed out the window, squealing through sucks on his pacifier at the city lights glittering gold beneath us as we peeled through a black sky. My favorite moment was the very next one … Continue reading
“The really important kind of freedom”*
Maybe it’s because I was raised Roman Catholic and the yen for social justice stuck like hot tar to my ribs. Maybe it’s because some of my best friends were social workers in child welfare. Maybe it’s simply because I was in a comfortable enough spot that I could, and thus wanted to, challenge myself … Continue reading
The cumulative joy of motherhood
Sean held my hand, sealing our napping son within our arms. In 20 days, our boy will have lived a year. Becoming his mother has delivered me into an iteration of myself I’ve been thrilled to discover. It’s been the best year of my life. A week ago Sean and I were getting our tiny … Continue reading
Smitten with Eli
I’m smitten with Eli. I receive Brain, Child’s promoted essays and posts on my Facebook timeline. One, in honor of May being Cystic Fibrosis Awareness Month, linked to what has quickly become my favorite blog. It’s about Eli, a baby boy with cystic fibrosis. Every day I am eager for updates. Part of it’s because Eli … Continue reading
Third trimester malaise
An essay I wrote last summer was published on Brain, Child Magazine’s website yesterday. It’s about my third trimester of pregnancy with Henry—and how it was the absolute pits. After sharing it with a friend of mine, she wrote, “In conversations with friends that have children, it seems that mixed feelings (and I’m not talking … Continue reading
Emily Dagostino 