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Slate Articles ([info]slate) wrote,
@ 2015-09-16 19:51:00


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Vaccines Are Not to Blame

Sarah Lemar was born Dec. 5, 1979, in Memphis, Tennessee. She and her mother, Alice Clinton, soon fell into the blissful routine of a new mom and her first infant. Days, Clinton would steal naps on the couch, her newborn baby nestled on her chest—slender, fairylike legs tucked up underneath, like an Anne Geddes photograph. Nights, they danced that 2 a.m. waltz that all moms and babies know. When Clinton recalls those early days of motherhood, her soft, Southern drawl slows. “I remember nights, sitting in the rocking chair in her room with just the nightlight on, nursing her. That quiet time—that’s something I remember.”



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