cling
Tonight, I am very tired. I am going on 42 weeks pregnant, I am tending these boys on my own, I have ‘that cold’ that’s going around, and I really have no hope of any productive laboring action tonight. I just don’t get it. I just want to cry. I just have nothing left. In … Read more
Blessingway
They arrived with arms full; flowers, candles, chocolate, salt, scents, paints, and laughter. They arrived as gifts in themselves, as women who had become friends, as friends who had grown with my belly in the first conversations of summer and the changing of autumn and the falling cold of winter. They arrived with warmth and … Read more
Each night
The evening was drawing to a close, but my eyes were wider and my breath faster than the earlier hours. The boys were down. The dark of night established. The fire dying. But I sat and gave in to the icy fingers reaching around my mind and through my heart, tracing patterns down my spine. … Read more
