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My
name is KIMBERLY SEALS ALLERS, and I am a mother. But
my journey to motherhood was not your typical one. Quite
frankly, I never engaged in fanciful daydreams of pushing
a child out of my loins.
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Growing up in Queens, New York I was focused on one
thing: becoming the black Brenda Starr—a hot shot,
headstrong reporter (minus the red hair) who traveled
the world scooping stories and breaking hearts.
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That dream led me to New York University
where I received my degree in journalism and secondary
English education, and then into the rough and
tumble waters of New York’s media scene, where
I worked as a reporter for Fortune magazine, then
as the Wall Street writer for the New York Post,
including a stint in London as a writer for The
Times, another NewsCorp publication. My time in
London allowed me to travel extensively — making
stops all over France, Italy, Spain, Hong Kong,
and Scotland (where I would later get married).
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In 2003, I returned to Fortune as a writer, and later
joined Essence magazine as Senior Editor, personal
finance and careers. All the while, still continuing
to freelance for magazines like Real Simple, Essence,
Black Enterprise, Upscale, Better Homes & Gardens,
and Working Woman, to name a few.
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With a life that was seemingly chock full of momentous
occasions, the truth is, I can barely remember most
of it. Sure, it’s true that pregnancy and motherhood
seem to destroy an inordinate amount of brain cells
related to memory. But it’s also an undisputed fact
that motherhood brings fresh experiences that are so
much deeper and richer than anything that came before,
that they tend to cloud out a lot of the other stuff.
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My priorities have changed, my awareness and sensitivities
have changed, and my respect for the gift women have
to shepherd life into this world is at its zenith.
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My name is KIMBERLY SEALS
ALLERS and I am a mother.
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