november 24 poem

it might have something to do with my literature degree, but i tend to search for meaning even when meaning doesn't want to be found. when i discovered my pregnancy with you, i must have turned the volume up on whatever sense i carry with me that seeks out the moments in life that are... Continue Reading →

Mother Each Other

Sometimes my birthday falls on Mother’s Day. My 28th birthday is one of those years. Last year, I wrote about how Mother's Day hurts like hell for some, myself included. I wrote that this holiday is "like having a wound reopened on an annual basis, even if the grieving process looks a bit different each... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑