My life has become a welcome haze of new-mother mornings and exhausted afternoons. My days are filled with little girl activities and newborn needs. My relationship with my husband is fixated around the beauty...
I was sitting on my little girl’s bed. Decked out in pink and multiple pillows, she sat underneath the crook of my mommy-wing. Next to me, on the other side, was my newborn little...
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...
I want so many things for my children. They aren’t what I typically hear other parents say. I don’t fantasize about my children being grown up and married with kids. I don’t daydream that...
The house is unusually quiet. The clicking of her longer-than-usual fingernails on the laptop keyboard echoes in her ears as her pinkie makes a demanding pressured sound on the “enter” key. She slides her...
My shoulders settle down my back and my heart lifts at the clickity-clack sound of my fingers dancing across my laptop. My ring turns on my right hand, so that the family heirloom diamonds...
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ~ Khalil Gibran I don’t identify myself as being anorexic. At all. That said, I was severely anorexic...
There are so many things she wants to tell you, and sometimes they spill from her like an avalanche. Because she’s passionate, but stoic too. Her love is engraved onto her beating, red heart,...
In this day and age the word lady arguably has many definitions. Let’s put it this way, if you’re someone who complains, privately much less publicly, that women want to be independent yet have...
Her face lights up my dreams. I lie in bed trying to drift away and, as I close my eyes, her vibrant smile is instantly behind my shuttered eyelids. I see the gentle look...
