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June 15, 2010


Elisabet Lee

Hi, Paula I am so glad you go on writing. I recognise myslef in what you write and it touches me. Thank you also for your kind e-mail, I was so happy to hear from you!


This is beyond amazing. I'm definitely saving it for my daughter to read someday and to share with family and friends now - although I'm incredibly sad that I will have to.


Incredibly powerful, Paula. Now that my kids are older, I'm seeing more and more how stereotypes affect and hurt them.


Hi Paula,
I'm so glad you are blogging again.

The first blatantly, unmistakably sexual comment about my daughter, in my presence, has already happened.

She was in a stroller, hugging a stuffed animal, at the time.



This is a really great poem!


I too think of what people assume. I am sure people have thought I was my dad's fetish (ew). When I am at meetings with my boss, I'm pretty sure they think I'm his admin. I got lots of dirty looks when I was pregnant - baby having a baby at 25! It's great to hear from you again Paula.


Powerful poem, Paula. Thanks for sharing!

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