Category Archives: Reflection

Like Yesterday

Just yesterday I was holding you on my hip. Swaying from side to side. A motion, it seems, gifted to all new mothers. As natural as breathing in and out. Or so it seems like yesterday. Wasn’t I just bemoaning the rough night I had, rocking you in the  midnight hours? Pacing a dark house…

What children can teach us about death

I had no idea where she went. I thought she didn’t want to hear anymore of my fore-warnings or failed attempts to make it all okay. My husband and I had been prepping her for weeks…any day now, honey. Pinkie’s not looking so good. Somehow, on that night, at 5 years old, she knew. She…

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