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  "path": "/issues/2026-4-25/let-there-be-no-brunch",
  "publishedAt": "2026-04-25T00:00:00.000Z",
  "site": "https://airmail.news",
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  "textContent": "\n\n  Children? What children?\n\n##### Don’t dare bring flowers this Mother’s Day—what mothers really want is recognition for all they give up\n\nBy Jennifer Noyes\n\nMother’s Day is the hardest holiday to pin down. It arrives in a haze of soft-focus gratitude with the implication that motherhood is a sacred calling or a naturally radiant condition. Either way, we are told, the correct celebration is brunch.\n\nThe lived version of motherhood is less photogenic. It deals in hard logistics. From the beginning there is an immediate and non-negotiable re-distribution of everything you once held dear: sleep, silence, the concept of a thought completed in one sitting.\n\nYour day begins with the arrival of a small person. Loudly, in my experience. Frequently damp. Impossibly adhesive. READ ON",
  "title": "Let There Be No Brunch!"
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