Martha Manning, Ph.D.inThe Narrative ArcMy Baby Knew Me Before She Was BornWe’ve always lived between the pages6d ago456d ago45
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inThe Narrative ArcMy Father Broke the Envelope Rule, and I Was AfraidBut kindness and respect saved the dayOct 89Oct 89
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inAge of EmpathyLet’s Talk About What “Saving the Life of the Mother” Really MeansDo women’s lives matter?Sep 256Sep 256
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inThe Narrative ArcWhen William and I Wished the Migrating Birds FarewellWe practiced for the changing seasons of his young lifeSep 1544Sep 1544
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inThe HavenAnnouncing Our New Feline OfferingsThe Kansas City Steak Company Delivers New Adventures in DiningSep 134Sep 134
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inAge of EmpathyIt’s Not Enough to Say the Sky is BlueMy mother taught me to capture my sensesSep 948Sep 948
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inInvisible IllnessWhen It Comes to Mental Illness, I Am a HypocriteWhat will you think when I tell you how crazy I’ve been?Sep 234Sep 234
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inAge of EmpathyMy Great Grandmother Was the Creepiest Person I’ve Ever KnownHer “warnings” scared me, but taught me about my rootsAug 2179Aug 2179
Martha Manning, Ph.D.inModern WomenCall Me a Post Menopausal Woman and I’ll Punch Your Lights OutI refuse to be defined by my fertilityAug 1810Aug 1810