motherhood
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Summer Untitled I
I was worrying about tomato seed stains, But then I realized I’ll miss them in a year. When I pull that onesie Out of the tote upstairs. Won’t it be lovely to remember the sun In their hair? Why would I wash out our imprinted time? As if it was a mistake. As if my Continue reading
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Surrender
I’ve wrestled with whether or not to write this post for 29 days. Part of my recovery is honesty, but the voice in my head says “what will they think?” Will they think I’m an unfit mother? Hiding wine bottles in the back of my closet or a shot of Baileys in my coffee mug? Continue reading
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My Daughters
Emotions sweep through me like a hot blast of wind. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of my children’s touch. Their milky skin is as soft as Egyptian cotton. Their sweet smelling scalps still my mind. My children. Pieces of my body melded with my husband’s to bring forth these precious lives. How do I become Continue reading
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Alphablood
Our blood is alphabet soup. Poured from the same vessel. Symbols glommed together that mean nothing, until properly arranged. These letters, my loves, mean we’re bound by blood. A recipe of hormones and genetic trails. A history of cysts and eyes blue like a glacier stream. For now, our formulas lay contained in little baggies Continue reading
About Me
Hoosier. Mother. Wife. Writer. Capricorn. Friend. Human Being.
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