Tag Archives: Simplicity

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

The dirty kid

The dirty kid

My kids are the gross ones, I’ll give you that. I’d know them anywhere, because mine are the ones with not one, but two or three stains splattered on the chests of their shirts. They are the ones with sticky jam smeared across one of their cheeks, and between all of their fingers. Mine are the… Read more

Breaking up is hard to do

Breaking up is hard to do

You’ve always had a place here. Sitting in the corner of our living room, our eyes rested on you morning, noon and night. Here, you’ve sung sweet songs and provided hundreds of hours of entertainment. Here, you’ve marked your place in our home where our children grow, learn and live. Here, while I washed dishes… Read more

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