Tag Archives: Loneliness

Bitter and sweet

Bitter and sweet

Time slipped away on me once more. I had plans to stretch the construct of time this parental leave, and yet six months has come and gone, leaving me crying by myself in the Tim Horton’s drive-thru. One last leave, I blubber to the employee, as I key in my pin for the three dollar… Read more

Scrubbing freckles

Scrubbing freckles

The sand sits on the bottom of the tub amongst the bubbles and bath toys. It’s lonely there, as lonely as the girl washing it out of her long sun bleached blonde hair. Her tears collect in the bubbles. This bath is a hard one. As is the ritual each year the week back to… Read more

Last week

Last week

I couldn’t write last week because of all the dripping. From my eyes, from my breasts. As theirs did. Except I had a change of clothes and my baby to soothe me and mine. I still had my dignity. I couldn’t speak last week because of all the confusion. From my head, from my heart.… Read more

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

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