At 36 weeks, I am almost there.
Among friends,he would hug her tightlyagainst him, kiss her forehead,and they would twirl, smilingas the world spun around them,the sound of…
You’re having Braxton-Hicks contractions — meant to prepare your body for real labor in just 9 weeks. You shrug…
Mother is a nounwithout genderand a verbwith full teeth.
It is a blind pathamong sharp rocks.It is laps in an oceanwith no horizon.
maybe todayis a good dayto forgive someoneunasked
to empty outleftover angerand hurtand pain
people often ask mehow my husband and Ifirst came together,where we met.
after 8 years,I don’t want to mentionthe place or the dateor the circumstances.
Author’s note: This originally was published as a TinyLetter on October 16.
My son is asleep in the living room. He passed out mid-crawl, worn out from a morning spent chasing the cat and playing with a stuffed tiger, a wooden spoon, and a stack of gnawed-on books. I checked on him after…
Some jobs don’t work out.Some opportunities flop.Some relationships fail.
Occasionallywe lose thingswe badly wanted.
I told himI would not changea single thingabouthim.
he looked at meeyebrows raisedand said, “really?”
I would liketo greet this bodyas an old friend.To know itintimatelyby its breathand tread.To pull out a chairfor my bonesand offer waterto my skinand say,with the heftof truth,‘How good it isto see you.’
