Where you fit

Where you fit

You fit with me, legs wrapped around my waist, arms hugging my neck. You fit here, where your warm breath finds a landing place on my collarbone, and my shoulder catches all your tears. I shelter you, and I am your home, but I cannot shield you from all of the dark. And when the… Read more

What’s in a name

What’s in a name

You’re only six pounds, freshly born amongst sunbeams on a sunny summer day. You’re only hours old, and yet, you already have a story, because you have a name. Like me, a cherished family member stakes claim to your namesake, like me, right in your name’s middle. And as I sit here reminiscing about your… Read more

Summer feels

Summer feels

Four babies in a tent in a sun-kissed slumber. The rain pelts on the pitched tent as the sun meets the sky’s horizon. It’s 5:30am, and as they sleep, I keep watch. The ground rumbles and the sky lets out a flashy crack, but still, the two two year olds, my Millie and my niece,… Read more

When her lips turn blue

When her lips turn blue

She’s only just reclining my dentist chair and I’m already a mess, my eyes welling with tears behind the oversized sunglasses I’ve requested. Vomit waits in my throat as my exam begins. Outside in the hallway I can hear Wren recovering with her grandmother, sifting through a chest of prizes after completing her visit. Only… Read more

Shedding

Shedding

How many times will I shed this skin? Revolving, morphing who I call myself. How much more will my perceptions of my place in the world change? Of how I view its complexities, of how I see its humanity. With each shedding I learn. Learn what love really looks and feels like- that it can… Read more

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