After the storm

After the storm

There always comes a calm. That moment when the pain slips away into her distant memory. That moment when it becomes worth her sacrifice. Everything before the calm was either a nightmare or a dream. Everything was either nothing she needed or everything she required. Everything is a chapter closed. I can promise you the… Read more

My torso turtleneck

My torso turtleneck

It’s raining outside and you hold me tight. Upright, even, against the storm. Yours is the snug embrace that meets me where I’m at. On any given day, you have no expectations of me other than to grow. To continue growing, as a person, growing a person. You are my maternity pants. Accepting when my… Read more

Found, not lost

Found, not lost

We may not see their babies, but there are mothers all around us. Young women, healthy women, unmarked families who are the one in four who have lost their babies in pregnancy or early childhood. We may not see their children, but their families have their birthdays engraved into their mental consciousness like a deep… Read more

Wondering

Wondering

Will you be my last? Entrusting me to grow your long, dark lashes, your ten fingers and ten toes. Will you be the last one? My last time to be penalized for simply brushing my teeth, by returning the contents of my breakfast in the nearby toilet, with you in mind. Is this my pregnancy… Read more

Two poutines and one wax cup

Two poutines and one wax cup

She’s done this before. Waiting in line at the drug store, arm weighted down to her hip, trying to be discreet about the hot pink pregnancy test box containing her fate. She spontaneously sandwiches it between two boxes of Smarties calling her name, which she doesn’t even like, if only to fill the time that has… Read more

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