Motherhood, Nature, Poetry, Writing EQUINOXIlluminated by the still-low light of winter, new green shoots burst, glowing from a dull bed of brown. The same low ... Read More
Motherhood, Prose SOME DAYSSome days, I don’t want to be a human jungle gym.Some days, I would ... Read More
Motherhood, Prose, Writing I made you.I made you.Of that I am fiercely proud.The beautiful miraculousnessof you here,growing, breathing, learning ... Read More
Motherhood, Prose, Writing Happy birthday, my sweet boy. Five years ago today, I was cracked open, body and spirit. After 33 ... Read More