Tag Archives: Loneliness

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

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

At her pace

At her pace

She walked away today. Shoulders hunched to her ears and head down low, and still, she walked. Her blue raincoat, too short for her long arms, took the brunt of the storm. But rather than running to escape the downpour, she moved slowly. This morning I pushed. Pushed her to believe in herself and walk… Read more

Grey girl

Grey girl

At the time your fate was deduced to bullet pointed pros and cons on a Grocery list. I kept it folded neatly in the pocket of my jeans, swapping it from one pair of worn pants to the next, ready for additions. I was 23. Until then, my life had been fairly calculated- predictable, even, given… Read more

Turning into our mothers

Turning into our mothers

Sometimes as a doula I make women cry. Sometimes without warning, the tears start to flow. But more often than not I see it coming. My questions are asked intentionally so to roll that boulder from off of that cave, to uncover her hidden burden. I want to get there. And I don’t do it to be cruel,… Read more

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