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on being a non-custodial mother, saying good-bye at the airport

I promised myself I wouldn't cry when I saw him walking away from me down the gangway or whatever it is they call that tunnel that takes you from the airport and into the airplane. But the gate agent was a gruff Nigerian man who offered us only the briefest of moments — quick, say… Continue reading on being a non-custodial mother, saying good-bye at the airport