To My Mother, About My Daughter
To My Mother, About My Daughter | lizpetrone.com

She’s been holding my hand again Mom. Maria has. And not just because I make her, the way I used to stand still in the parking lot and not let her walk until she had safely placed her little hand inside mine. No, this is different, it’s borne of her need and it’s raw and […]

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The Boy in the Moon

He comes running into the room, breathless, and maybe it’s because I’m just on the brink of sleep but the footfall confuses me. Usually I know each one of them by this alone, could name who is coming down each of the two creaky staircases in this old house by the unique pattern of stomps […]

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Let’s Talk About Postpartum Depression. Please.

Lean in, you guys. This is important. May has been declared National Postpartum Depression Awareness Month, and as someone who has suffered myself I would like to tell you a story. When my third baby was born she came out ravenous. She sucked on anything and everything: the doctor’s stethoscope, her father’s finger, my necklace, air. […]

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The Baseball Bat, the Butterfly, and the Box of Teeth

“I just want to hit something!” Gabby hisses at me through the space in her mouth where her first two baby teeth had recently fallen out. She is holding the closest object she could grab–conveniently, her brother’s baseball bat–tightly in her chubby fingers, poised for the strike. Her feet are spread, belly and butt thrust […]

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They Lied When They Told Me I Could Have it All
The Lied When They Told Me I Could Have it All | lizpetrone.com

I read the other day that you do most of your living in the first twenty years of your existence and the rest of it is just trying to process that living. I don’t know yet if this is the most depressing thing I have ever heard, ever, or if it’s a giant relief, but […]

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