writing through motherhood
In the room where we stayis a large clawfoot tub, one of my favorite parts of our retreat in the hills.
I take a bath with my youngestand wonder how many morebefore he’s too old to seemy naked body.
“But for a long time, for those first few months, it was mostly emptying. I suppose that’s where the love fits in.” Erin Loechner, Chasing Slow
On a recent trip home from school, my oldest asked “what is a memory?” Like most of his questions, it was a tough one. I fumbled through my…