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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.

Aimee Bender

She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
AIMEE BENDER

Amen Baby Band Create Enough First Full Gesture Inside Love Make Rubber Sleep
Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Kiss People Rice Rolling Stick Survive Year
That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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Burger Feel Handmade Hold Item Little Person
I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Anything Ate Bottle Help Likely Meal Message Same Tell
I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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Expand Fist List Lung Paper Release Taken
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Flip Magazine Mom Need Page Slap
Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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Bulb Comfort Company Good Light Living Room Took Warmest Yellow
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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Awake Dreams Writer Writing Yourself
It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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Code Daughter Details exchange Father Language Read
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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Apology Baby Distance Drying Fluctuate Life Mother Son Unspoken
Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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Built Character Language Out Plot Ticket
We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
AIMEE BENDER

Bigger Brain Dry Heart Smart Up World
I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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Bottle Eater Esch Happy Help Meal Message Sent
That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Actually Admit Humble might Mother Seem She
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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All Change Interest Sky Time
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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Children Herself Mother Thinking

I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.

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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.

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