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The Wild Things

Retired Columns

From “Life in the Sandwich” to “Special Needs Mama” to “Zen and the Art of Child Maintenance”—they’re all here for you to explore.

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No Second Summer

No one is guaranteed a second summer on this earth. I could try to bury this thought in the back of my mind, but I like to keep it right…

The Wild Things | May 2016 | By Beth Malone


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The Presence of Eagles

I catch grace when I stop contemplating the stupid thing I said to a friend last week or even what I’m going to write in this very column later. I…

The Wild Things | March 2016 | By Beth Malone


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The Princess and the Snake

To me, the purest form of creative expression would look just like that: Not performed for approval, but done to articulate oneself in a new, larger way. I would like…

The Wild Things | January 2016 | By Beth Malone


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Giving Up Good

The great lie, here, is that in ”having it all,” we have sacrificed nothing. In reality, we’ve sacrificed the act of choice itself. Instead of weighing our options and determining…

The Wild Things | November 2015 | By Beth Malone


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Imprinting

Then one night I heard her remark, quite casually in the bath, ”I’m a bad kid.” I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head.…

The Wild Things | September 2015 | By Beth Malone


Stung

”Well, clearly I’m not needed here, ” I said to Marc, shoving on my shoes. I felt like my own child’s temporary babysitter, just waiting for the real parent to…

The Wild Things | June 2015 | By Beth Malone


Whoopsie-Baby

I might have a little touch of the fever. It’s not just the puppies. Inside Starbucks, there’s a three-month-old baby gurgling inside her car seat while her mother waits in…

The Wild Things | April 2015 | By Beth Malone


Making Room

Love should come, I thought, like breathing, like a beating heart: effortlessly. But it did not come effortlessly, and I felt so guilty. Guilty and terrified.

The Wild Things | March 2015 | By Beth Malone


A Crocodilian Resolution

Once I actually had children, other people’s judgments just got louder, until they were buzzing constantly in my ears. There was the waiter who found my public breastfeeding so offensive…

The Wild Things | January 2015 | By Beth Malone


Smack and Snap

When I was pregnant the second time, I eventually got too big to wear my first child in her carrier. I couldn’t carry two children at once; my heart ached…

The Wild Things | December 2014 | By Beth Malone


Invasion

My three-year-old watched me silently with round eyes, ripe for impression. When she asked me what I was doing, I danced around the word “kill.” I told her I was…

The Wild Things | November 2014 | By Beth Malone


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