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This is not a pretty story, but it is a true one.

That Time I Had A Hole In My Vagina (Not THAT Hole)

I love the concept of the divine yoni: of the beautiful and powerful nature of femininity, of being a creator and life-giver, and of vaginas being

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Love Is Meant To Be Shared: Our Polyamorous Marriage

There really isn't anything unusual about our union. For all intents and purposes it's actually a pretty typical marriage. Except we're in an open marriage.

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If you go, you and I have a chance to be we again.

I Love You So Much; I Want You To Go 

If you go, I’ll have to pick up all the dog poop. I will have to take out the trash. I will have to sleep alone.

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My Chronic Illness Left Me Broke And Homeless, So Meditation Is My Medication

It’s real sticky-wicked to have your body become unpredictable and tortuously painful. So here I am. Homeless. Meditation is my medication.

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I Owe My Life To My Mother's Abortion

Seven years before I was born, my mother made a decision that would change her life—and lead to mine.

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Don't Judge My Anorexia

Anorexia is not what you think. Warning: Triggering pictures included.

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My Boyfriend Of Five Years Isn’t My Type—And That's Okay

I had grown to learn that fighting=love. I was dead wrong.

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What My Son's Stay In A Psychiatric Hospital Taught Me About Resilience

When I left the hospital the night that he was admitted, I sat in the parking lot gasping with big ugly sobs and looking for someone to blame — beginning with myself. I'm his mother, and I'm the only consistent parent he's ever had. As I finally made my way home, with tears streaming down my face and my mouth open in a silent scream of pain, all I could ask myself was "what have I done?" How could I have allowed my son to be hurt so deeply, and in so many ways?

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My work at Planned Parenthood can be exhausting, and stressful, but I love it more every day.

Why I Work At Planned Parenthood

My work at Planned Parenthood can be exhausting, and stressful, but I love it more every day. We are providing necessary care and a safe space.

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Being a full-time caregiver can be exhausting at times, but the hardest part is honestly the isolation.

I’m 30 And A Full-Time Caregiver (And It’s Isolating)

While I may not get flowers on Mother’s Day, I live with the daily responsibilities that go along with the adulting of parenthood as a full-time caregiver.

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