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Love, Labor

Love, Labor

The contractions hit harder and faster than I imagined. This couldn’t be the real deal, though. While I’d been dilated and effaced for weeks, with an induction scheduled the next morning, I didn’t let myself believe this was actual labor. After all, I’d had two false alarms before, and I knew they’d just send meRead More

Time is Drawing Near

Time is Drawing Near

The wee hours of the morning. That delicate span of time when either you’ve stayed up very¬†late, or gotten up very early. My husband is the latter. He leans to kiss me in bed, my hour tousled unattractively against my pillow. I tell him I love him, words spoken¬†through my lisp-inducing mouthpiece used to preventRead More

24 Seconds, 24 Hours, 24 Years

24 Seconds, 24 Hours, 24 Years

  Last night was a doozie. One of those evenings where every button is pushed, and by the end, every hair is pulled out. Tempers flared. Words hissed. Patience broke. My youngest has been particularly difficult lately. Every other word is spoken as a whine, and when all 42 pounds of her 3-year-old body decideRead More

Shut Up…Your Mother Is Speaking.

Shut Up…Your Mother Is Speaking.

Sometimes, internal voices happen outside my mind. Words are spoken, and received by my ears, rather than merely bubbling up in my brain. Who do these words belong to? Me. But not me. Both a better version…and a worse one. The proverbial devil and angel. The cartoon characters dressed in red and white perched atopRead More

You’re Dang Right Momma Loves Her Body

You’re Dang Right Momma Loves Her Body

Patterns, habits and long-term environments mold so much of who we are, but I’m convinced simple little encounters are powerful enough to change our outcome–for better or worse. Like this morning. As I was stepping out of the shower and scurrying to the bedroom to get dressed on time, my 4-year-old daughter made a comicalRead More

Motherhood. Is this all?

Motherhood. Is this all?

Was that really a piece of dog hair embedded in dried snot on my child’s face? Yes. Yes it was. Unfazed, I reached up and pulled it off, and then thought I’d better clean that snot off, too. Gross. Only, not gross. Just normal. It’s weird how normal gross things are when you have kids.Read More