When I pick you up, you don’t smell like me. You don’t smell like my baby and my hair and my lotion and my love. You smell different. You smell like hospital. Like gowns and cold and gray and isolation. You smell unfamiliar. Distant. Independent. I don’t know this smell on you. You smell like… Continue reading Ocean Baby
Wake up and thank God that you’ve been given another day. Then, commit to making today meaningful.
On this week’s installment of Dismantling Christianese, Because it’s Worth it. Lukewarm. I have strong feelings about this word. I don’t like it. I don’t like it in the same way, oh I don’t know, I wouldn’t like a snake laying eggs in my spine and then all of them hatching at the… Continue reading lukewarm.
A prayer for 2017 My love, May you no longer wait for permission to get shit done. May you grow stronger. May you run like hell and may your Fitbit track every damn mile of it. May you buy only vegetables and organize our finances and become translator of the year. I so believe in… Continue reading 2017
May nap times and money and orgasms come easy and often.
I do not pretend to advocate staying in a marriage that is full of either physical or psychological abuse. Please exit on the nearest inflatable slide. Keep in mind the exit may be located behind you. Perhaps I wish my parents had divorced sooner. End public service announcement. Commence sharing. There was a time in… Continue reading the end of together
Roary turns to Lorelei and says, “I’m pregnant” and tears roll down my face because this is the moment that it becomes real. There is a baby that will be born and they won’t know my mother and I won’t know how she would have responded to my news. The heartbreak is palpable. When I… Continue reading Mothers and Daughters