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Mother Tongue
I pulled a honey bee stinger out of a little girl’s palm at a birthday party. She was already crying from missing her mom, but this infraction really took the cake. Five of us mothers huddled around, reassuring and loving on her — someone grabbed a bag of frozen corn. Her mom was called and […]
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“Boring” Life
After my dad died, I remember my mom saying that she just wanted her boring life back. The one where they went to the same Italian restaurant every Friday and kissed every night when he got home from work. The one where she would fall asleep on the couch while they watched yet another bad […]
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When Breastfeeding Ends
I walk into Mara’s room at 6am as she’s gnawing on the side of the crib. Two other sets of teeth marks imprinted under her’s, tug on a contemplative thread in my heart, despite my sleepless daze. Her toothy smile stops me right in my tracks. I sit down to comfort feed her and I’m […]
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Conversations with myself and my tiny humans
Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Angry? Scared? Frustrated? Shame, fear, regret, disappointment, doubt; it’s all welcome here. I see that you need a hug. You don’t have to pretend or perform. You can be honest with me. You are my priority. I’m not going anywhere. Come here, come home, I see you. I love you. […]
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Hard Days: A Road Map
Overall I’m having more “good” days than “bad” days right now. After a string of good days, the bad ones still catch me off guard. Is it grief? Is it motherhood? Is it an aggro-crag of PMS? Is it just a hard day? My dedicated brain is always trying to understand and find an explanation […]
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Dear Dadio
Dear Dadio, It’s been three months now since you’ve gone home. It feels like longer and it feels like yesterday. I try so desperately to cling onto specific words from past conversations, but everything feels hazy right now. Saying I miss you doesn’t do it justice. I wonder what word would be better. I fucking […]
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Altered Latitude 