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  • 1 month ago | haleystewart.substack.com | Haley Stewart

    I’m Haley. Book midwife (editor), author, and single mom of four. Consider upgrading to a paid subscription to support my family and gain access to exclusive content:Haley Stewart's Newsletter is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. My teenage son was very worried about me when my marriage suddenly ended. I remember telling him the day his father moved out, “We are going to be okay. We’re not okay today.

  • Dec 6, 2024 | haleystewart.substack.com | Haley Stewart

    I’m Haley. Book midwife (editor) and author. Consider upgrading to a paid subscription to support this work and gain access to exclusive content:Haley Stewart's Newsletter is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.

  • Nov 20, 2024 | wordonfire.org | Haley Stewart

    On this episode of the Votive Podcast, Haley interviews Dr. Julia Meszaros on Caryll Houselander’s influence in children’s literature.

  • Nov 14, 2024 | medium.com | Haley Stewart

    Haley Stewart·FollowJust now--I feel like people who know me don’t really know me. They know the person I want to be but not the person in my head. If they knew my mind and not just my body I don’t think they would like me. If they knew the battles between my mind and my body image, I don’t think they would like me. If they knew my relationship with food, I don’t think they would like me. If they knew the tear stains on my pillow, I don’t think they would like me.

  • Nov 14, 2024 | medium.com | Haley Stewart

    Haley Stewart·Follow1 min read·--“Why do you write?” She asked. She asked in a way that it didn’t seem like a question. She asked it so naturally like the answer would come naturally to me. Why do I write? Is it out of boredom, or perhaps a little hobby? No, that can’t be it, it seems too significant. “Why do you write?” She asked for a second time, only with a more strict tone. I stare blankly at her. “I don’t know.”She asked again. “Why do you write?”I rack my brain for possible answers.