erindaly

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Erin Daly lives in Trumbull with her husband, Konrad, their three children (born in 2015, 2016, and 2019), and a new puppy. While raising her children, Erin balanced a full-time job with attending law school at night, after earning her Ph.D. in organic chemistry. Now, both Erin and Konrad are intellectual property attorneys who enjoy spirited debates on law and science. In addition to managing their careers, Erin stays involved in her community, keeps up with her kids' busy schedules, and nurtures her love for reading in her free time.
A nursing mom working in a messy room.

A Short History of Falling

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Every February, we ask a rodent whether we can have our lives back yet. We call it Groundhog Day, as if naming the ritual makes...
A teacher working with students.

Support by Subtraction

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In the fall, I wrote about how IEP season is my least favorite time of year. I knew what I was saying. I’ve done...
Volunteers

In the Name of Service and Other Lies

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I sign up for too many things out of generosity and fear, so tightly entwined that I can no longer pretend they are separate. I...
Dancers in a competition.

This Felt Reasonable at the Time

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I am not new to competition dance. I did not arrive here confused or unprepared, blinking in the fluorescent light and wondering how my...
A boy holding hands with his siblings.

Six Inches of Permission

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There is a particular kind of silence that settles over a room when a doctor stops talking and starts looking at a screen. It...
A family dancing in the living room.

Dancing in the Dark Isn’t a Metaphor, It’s a Memory

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My husband and I recently went on something so rare it felt almost fictional: a night out that was ours alone. No backpacks dumped...
A tween drinking Starbucks.

Welcome to Tweendom: Abandon Logic, Bring Sephora

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My daughter just turned ten. Ten. Overnight, she went from being a kid who loved stickers and Squishmallows to someone who acts like she’s...
People at a school IEP meeting.

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like IEP Season

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There’s a knot in my stomach every fall. Not because of the back-to-school scramble or the inevitable forgotten lunchbox, but because IEP season is...
A woman sitting in her grief holding her knees.

The Shape of Loss, the Noise of Life

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I recently attended a wake for a friend’s sister. She was twenty-two. Twenty-two. The age when most of us are busy trying to decide...
A woman feeling defeated holding her knees sitting on a chair.

I Survived an Abusive Relationship, But I Still Don’t Feel Safe

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I don’t talk much about the life I had before I met my husband. Not because I’m ashamed—though, for a long time, I was—but...