Author: Briana Meade

its me your body

Hello, It’s Me, Your Body

The blonde woman at the front desk pointed toward the hallway. “It’s the room at the back,” she directed. “You can drop your stuff off in the other side room.”   It was 6:15 in the morning and I had…

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letter to my daughter

A Letter to My Daughter on Her Body

I’m not sure how to talk about this. But I’m scared for you, my daughter. You have such a bubbly, sweet, and fiery soul, and this makes me afraid that the world is going to tell you to stop listening…

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long practical love

A Long, Practical Love

We were all there. Cousins, uncles, aunts, and siblings. This was my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary and we were celebrating decades of marriage and commitment.   “What are you most thankful for over fifty years of marriage?” my mother asked…

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on being almost 30

On Being Almost 30

When you are almost thirty, you pass slowly through the face moisturizer aisles and begin to think maybe it’s time. Your face no longer looks like a Maybelline commercial when you wake up in the morning. Instead, your eye lines remind you…

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risky business

Risky Business

My son is in a large indoor pool cordoned off into sections. A sixteen-year-old boy leads the swim lesson. He bobs my two-year-old, Kaiden, in the water. Kaiden’s tiny, elfin face is scrunched in small lines of worry that only…

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The Ministry of Cleaning Up

Like many people, my husband and I have our favorite television shows. One of these has been The Good Wife, a series that recently aired its final episode. Great writing, strong characters, and a peek inside law firm culture made…

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chronic illness

Living with Chronic Pain

“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.” —Dante   My extended family members and I are all avid hikers. When we hike our favorite mountain,…

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On Fear and Finances

“I was just talking to Mark” my husband Chris was putting on his grey shirt for the day; we were preparing for work. He had draped his tan pants over the couch.   Chris continued, “I told them I’m lucky…

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postpartum depression

On Postpartum Depression

It was August and my mother was in town. The days had been long with the non-negligible weight of a toddler on my legs and a newborn who slept through the rhythms of the day and evaded night slumber completely….

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on marriage with kids

On Marriage with Kids (5 Years In)

At 10:00 on a Monday night, I ventured for one last check on the kids to make sure they were asleep. When I arrived at the top of the stairs to check their doors, I found both doorknobs locked tightly….

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