Tag Archives: Friendship

Dragons on her feet

Dragons on her feet

It was a simple gesture, really, when she offered me her toddler’s outgrown red velcro shoes. No longer needed, no longer a part of her narrative. But yet they carry such a story. There I was, visiting a former client turned friend, and I mentioned with it being spring I would have to find a new… Read more

Space for me

Space for me

Every time I meet an expecting mother I hope she’ll find there’s space. Space for me, despite the fact that, in the case of the newcomer mother expecting her sixth baby, she is more than well aware of her body’s power. Every time I meet her I’ll look to draw out her insights about her… Read more

A sister is

A sister is

When I got pregnant the second time around I was in denial for two months that I’d be responsible for two living beings. Sure, I knew the logistics of how these things go down, and there were telltale signs that led me to believe that piss stick would read positive in the staff bathroom before… Read more

My version and yours

My version and yours

My calves are twitching and I’m thinking of you. Your precious, petite girl was born two days ago and you’ve moved out and moved on from the hospital birth, but I’m still here remembering. You’re home and you’re focused on her round, rosy face and her dimpled hands, grasping at your breast, and I’m still… Read more

Tonight we danced

Tonight we danced

Tonight the dishes sat piled in the sink and the laundry went unfolded. Netflix went untouched and the couch sat empty. The chicken coop was closed by our neighbours and the horses’ water was filled by them, too. Because tonight we danced. Tonight we dropped both girls off for the first time to stay the night at… Read more

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