Tag Archives: Family

Fairy dust, flowers and feathers

Fairy dust, flowers and feathers

Yours is the tutu with the cut edges and dirt stains across its front. It sits there in the horse pasture as they walk around it, waiting for your return. The house is quiet without you here the past couple days. There are no potions upon the floor, no toothpaste smears across the doors and… 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

My oldest’s middle

My oldest’s middle

I remember what your hand feels like now. Undimpled, unsticky, it fits squarely inside the palm of my hand, and you hold on tight. It’s been too long, and we both relish in the opportunity to be close again, without interruption or competition. It’s been 2 years since your sister was born, and today, it’s… Read more

May baby

May baby

Two Mays ago I walked this same path, with you inside. Waiting and wishing, wondering who you were. Up until that point you were just a series of hiccups, kicks and punches. All I could do was compare you- you were not yet yourself. I waited in eager anticipation, walking this same path, talking to… Read more

Mean mama

Mean mama

I hate when my family gets sick. Yeah, it’s sad, and they’re pathetic when they’re green, but that’s not why- I don’t just dislike when they’re ill in a sweet, empathetic way. The truth is I hate it because it’s way too much damn work. I used to be kind. Sympathetic, caring and concerned, even. But… Read more

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