An essay about the overwhelming bliss and loneliness of new motherhood, through the lens of fifteen mornings spent in darkened movie theaters.
Existentialism at Fifteen Baby-And-Me Movies
Sara Finnerty | The Fanzine | March 9, 2015 | 2,720 words
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An essay about the overwhelming bliss and loneliness of new motherhood, through the lens of fifteen mornings spent in darkened movie theaters.
