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You are not there. Somewhere in the future, suffering for something that hasn’t happened yet. You are not there, in a place where all your worries manifest.
You are not there. Somewhere in the past, reliving your old mistakes and regrets. You are not there, in a place where memories resurrect.
You are here. Right here.

congrats, maya rudolph
Maya Rudolph Welcomes a Girl
by Sarah Michaud
After playing pregnant in this summer’s Away We Go, Maya Rudolph has welcomed a real-life bundle of joy: her second child with director Paul Thomas Anderson.

Maya Rudolph and Paul T. Anderson
The couple’s daughter, Lucille, was born Nov. 6 in Los Angeles, the Saturday Night Live alum’s rep tells PEOPLE exclusively.
Lucille joins big sister Pearl, 4. As with their first child, Rudolph and Anderson, 39, chose not to find out the sex of the baby prior to delivery.
“We didn’t find out with [Pearl], which was kind of fun,” Rudolph, 37, told David Letterman.
“Because when you’re ready to throw in the towel and you’ve got nothing positive to think about or feel, because you’re so heavy and you want to float in a pool of salt water to be buoyant, it was nice to have something to look forward to.”-SOURCE
-I thought this was a cute interview, too. Not nearly as cute as little Pearl though!-
Actress Maya Rudolph, who is currently pregnant with her second child, sat down recently withBlackBookmag to talk about her daughter Pearl,3. Read below as Maya answers a few questions about being a mother to her first-born.
Q: Did you set out thinking that you’d be a specific type of mother to Pearl?
A: There’s definitely this fantasy that’s like, “I’m not going to be a mother, I’m going to be Mother-f#$%^*&-Theresa.” And then you realize that you’re still the same person, the same things still bother you, you’re not perfect, but you can still be someone’s parent, someone’s mother, and it can still be okay. There’s no question that you want to give them everything and you want their lives to be perfect. Has any human achieved that? No, probably not.
Q: Once Pearl was born, was she just as you imagined she’d be?
A: We didn’t know if she was going to be a boy or a girl, and, when she finally came out, there was a really quick snip and suddenly, she was resting on my chest, staring at me. And her eyes were super-black. She looked like Marlon Brando in The Island of Doctor Moreau, because she was covered in all of these white blankets staring at me. I remember, in that moment, thinking, Yes, this is my baby. I’d always tried to picture what my baby would look like, and in that second, I was like, Yes, this is the baby I’ve been expecting. And then the doctor said, “Oops, we forgot to see what it was.” I didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, but I knew it was my baby—you spend so much time being pregnant, not knowing who the hell is coming.
Q: how has it been for you to watch a person forming her own world, using you as her mothership and then going off on her own.
A: There’s no question: you get that proud mom grin sometimes, when it’s like, Check it out. That’s my kid. But, yeah, she is who I thought she’d be in a lot of ways. Let’s put it this way: If she had come out as a total wallflower, and said stuff like, “I hate reading and I don’t like to perform,” then I’d be like, That’s not my kid. So it doesn’t really surprise me that she’s like, “Hey, I’m funny and I like to hang out.”
fair and good features….on the dark half
Good Lord!!

San Jose Mercury Evening News, November 30, 1887. Here’s the “tragic mulatto” principle taken to extremes by cruel Nature. Or then again, maybe circus life would have offered more to this kid than whatever hardscrabble misery awaited him in post-Redemption Florida. If only we had a name other than “it” for the child in question, I might be able to find out what happened to him.

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