Celebrating Being a Woman.
I’m sitting here listening to the sounds of my husband giving his mini-me a bath—our daughter. I often “joke” that looking at her must be like looking into a mirror for him. It’s a...
I’m sitting here listening to the sounds of my husband giving his mini-me a bath—our daughter. I often “joke” that looking at her must be like looking into a mirror for him. It’s a...
I smile and laugh and playfully enjoy the company of others. I cringe at some of the things that just pop out of my mouth when I’m too at ease in conversation. I buckle...
Grateful heart, I roar. Infant muse, I roar. Humbled flesh, I bow. I cling to the reckless anger that I deserve to own this space; to inhabit this pre-birth giddiness and joy, regardless of...