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Wilmington, North Carolina

Here’s the physiology of it: through the magic water and placenta, through the uterus and skin and my wife’s thin cotton shirt, I could feel my son’s hiccups against the small of my back. My firstborn, unborn, aquatic little boy. Every three seconds.
Suddenly we were a southern family,

News from the North

I’m 35. Not particularly old, not particularly young. I can run and jump. I feel it in my knees the next morning.

My son is five months. Such a tiny sliver of lifetime yet substantial enough that it’s hard to look past and remember anything without him. Those pre-Levin memories are there