We met at a basketball game, perched above an orange sea. I learned to love football for you and for Paul Posluszny. We traveled a lot to avoid the hot summer and fall; but when we were home, we passed the time with kickball. One bright October day, you hid a ring on a pumpkin. We made plans and talked babies; you said you liked the name “Ryan.” We married...Read More
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I'm Meghan. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer and essayist, a stay-at-home mom to my seven-year-old son, and a foster parent. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.