As a curiosity, full of salacious possibility, or as the heartbreaking tale of two women, unprepared for independence after success, Bound By Flesh is a humanizing and powerful must-see recounting of the rise and fall of these fascinating women.
Taking my fraternal twin boys to a doctor is about as reassuring as standing in line for the TSA checkpoint. Both modern medicine and air travel are costly privileges that involve long waits, bodily discomfort, and psychological angst.
I am a twin, part of a beloved twinship, but part of a primary relationship that abruptly ended in 1961 when I was 23. I lost my twin brother, Michael, when he disappeared off the southern jungle coast of New Guinea while collecting indigenous art for a museum in New York City.
The one way I could nurture my fragile babies was by giving them my milk. Making milk was my one source of empowerment, when all of my motherly duties and responsibilities were taken away and given to clinicians.
I'm a big believer that experiencing trouble helps you keep perspective on the blessings in your life, so on days like today, even though it's a struggle and I fail miserably at it most of the time, I try to stop for a moment to breathe and regroup.
Something incredible happened on my 38th birthday. My heart became unwrapped in a way that released emotions I was not aware were waiting inside of me. I gave birth for the first time, after years of heart break and disappointment, and I finally felt the love of my life: Motherhood.
People roll their eyes at comparisons of dogs to children, and I support this exasperation -- in theory. At the same time, in my heart of hearts, I know that our dog has profoundly influenced my experience as a mother.