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Blood splattered socks

Blood splattered socks

On any other day she would be considered unkempt. Her loosened hair is now matted amongst three day old braids. There are fluids staining the back of her blue gown. She has unbrushed teeth, despite vomiting all the curry from the night before. She’s eaten only popsicles since, and those too, pink, purple and orange,… Read more

When she says she’s dying

When she says she’s dying

I’m dying, she tells me. Looking square in my eyes, her face only inches from mine as she clings to my neck from the bathtub she tells me again, as if I hadn’t heard. But oh, I sure did. And he looks to me in horror from his perch on the toilet seat, as I… 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

How it happens

How it happens

They’ll tell you you’ve changed. And it will be true. You’ll forever wear the name tag staking a claim at your former motherless self, but now you are she- an evolved version. And you’ve only just had your babe mere moments ago but you’ve changed already, yes. And you’ve changed them, too. I’ll tell you why. You’ve… 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

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