Motherhood

  • In Spite Of It All

    Beautiful girl. Up you get and off you go. Run when you can. Walk when you need. And love. Love always and ever after. In spite of it all. Continue reading

  • Perfect

    It only took her an entire winter. But she finished it, eventually, without even glancing at the cupboard of unfinished things. There were wobbly patches and imperfections, but to the young boy, it was perfect. And, so, to her… it… Continue reading

  • Goodnight

    It has been a day and a half. I am so in love with my beautiful children. So in love with my family and the friends that fill my soul with everything it needs. I’m in love with the gentle… Continue reading

  • Where Am I Going, Universe?

    My ego is fighting hard to stop this train. It’s a confusing time, to say the least, because suddenly I live in a world where the choices are mine to make, and the healing of all my most painful inner… Continue reading

  • Who Am I

    In the books. In the sky. In the wind, in the trees. In the music. I look, and I listen and I ask: Who am I? And am I a big kid yet?               Continue reading

  • The Epiphany

    I had an epiphany yesterday, at a time where my skin was particularly susceptible to the energy of human beings that were not me. We were out as a family, enjoying the humming vibe of a dumpling festival (nom, nom, nom)… Continue reading

  • Treasure

    I drift into life unknown, touching each day with the tips of my fingers and finding the treasure inside the treasure I’ve already found. Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Again

    The soft girl spoke to me again. She was quick, as usual, so quick I almost didn’t notice she’d come. But I caught her. Yes! And when I did, she spoke to me in moving pictures and silhouettes: a projected future scene,… Continue reading

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading

  • The Adventures Of A Hungry Girl

    My glasses are shining back at me from the library window. In hindsight, I should have eaten. Actual lunch I mean, not just the Honey and Date Loaf that quite accidentally fell into my belly at around lunchtime today. I… Continue reading