Cover Photo: photo via Stephen Mitchell/flickr
photo via Stephen Mitchell/flickr

Love in the Time of Measles

“In the emergency room, my instincts exploded from protective to full-blown primal. And it felt like love.”

Yes, she’s allergic to Compazine; no, I don’t know her guarantor’s social security number.

the worst in you brings out the best in me

The little emergencies I responded to each day—diaper rash, fevers, skinned knees—didn’t feel big enough to contain the love I was desperate to give. I wanted something bigger and more dangerous, a wild and unkempt landscape in which I could rescue and uphold. Because mothering, to me, meant being someone’s hero. But so had being a daughter.

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Ashley Abramson is a write-at-home mom in Minneapolis and co-editor of  Upwrite Magazine, an online publication at the intersection of hope and culture. When she's not writing, she's indulging in or defending her novelty drink habit. Find her on Twitter @ashleyabrmsn.

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