It wasn't just that my breasts were sore and my legs seethed with restlessness at night. A knitted cap seemed to have settled on my brain as well. Never think that pregnancy is just a spare room in a woman's… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Well, delusions are a wonderful thing, and they keep you company, too. — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
When a mother comes home with her new baby, she will find her abstractions are all concrete now. 'Freedom' now means being able to… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Home alone with a wakeful newborn, I could shower so quickly that the mirror didn't fog and the backs of my knees stayed dry.… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
I could still remember how having a two day old baby makes you feel faintly sorry for everyone else, stuck in their wan unmiraculous… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
“Home alone with a wakeful newborn, I could shower so quickly that the mirror didn't fog and the backs of my knees stayed dry.” — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Housework hassles go on, are never resolved, and will probably extend into the afterlife ('Why am I the one who takes the clouds to… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Simple intervention - the time spent with a patient - is a very powerful ingredient of the patient-doctor contract. The evidence is against the… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
If Jeff Mogil and Ron Melzack are right about genetics and pain, fifty years from now, generic Tylenol tablets will seem as quaint to… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Like an animal, cancer sleeps, prowls, hibernates, turns surly or placid. — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Addiction might be redefined not as a character flaw but as a "biochemical deficit management." Our emotional habits will become an accepted factor of… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
Every time I caught a fish, I wondered how something so small could have such clear, pure strength. It kept reminding me of another… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
At a certain point, the soul exits from a cherished photograph, because we have come to the end of our loving projection into that… — Marni Jackson Copy Share Image
