Transition is Uncomfortable

If the only experience you have ever had with human birth is the screaming, silly breathing, hand crushing TV sitcom version, then you might be surprised to know that it isn’t like that. Like … at all. I have given birth twice. Both times in an urban hospital in a high-walled kiddie pool with a […]

For the Storyholders

I sit across from a woman I have just met. Several of us have gathered in a coffee shop on the other side of the country, all attendees of a large writing conference. A few have known each other for years. But others are connecting for the first time. It’s a little odd meeting people […]

Stronger Than We Know

My only son turned 13 last month. I cried the better part of three days. A memory from his childhood would spring up before me, and tears would pool in a sea of nostalgia. The year he was born, I was still young, more girl than woman. His older sister came only a month after trying […]

There is a Burning Bush Inside of Me

She lifted her hands to show me how small I was at birth. Her eyes bulged and she declared again, as if it was the first time she’d ever told me, “You almost didn’t make it! Did you know, you didn’t even cry?” There are those stories parents tell and retell, and by the time […]