Boys look at us like we look at horses: color, height, eyes. tail. They can't help but have preferences.
Boys look at us like we look at horses: color, height, eyes. tail. They can't help but have preferences.
No one said living isn't a pretty chancy business, Sibyl. No one gets out of here alive.
Then there were those girls who became midwives: girls who could not get enough of the tiniest of babies - girls who would grow into women who absolutely reveled in the magnificent process of birth...The difference between a woman who becomes an OB and the women who becomes and midwife has less to do with education, philosophy or upbringing than with the depth of her appreciation for the miracle of labor and for life in its moment of emergence.
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