Struggling to Love Her

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When we’re tired, sick, possibly carrying extra pounds from an illness or a baby, it can be hard to feel the glow of self acceptance. To feel and truly believe that we are lovely. From an early age, I was not the bombshell kinda gal. But I knew I was ok to look at. The […]

May I First See Her Heart

Bird

By Lisha Epperson | Twitter: @lishaepperson My dreams kept time with the early morning song of unnamed birds. In the spaces of silence I wondered …would she be beautiful? We’d talked about her that night and every day before. Imagining life with a little girl no one, until now, would call beautiful. Would we love […]

But Joy Comes In The Morning

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I still shake my head every time our eyes meet. His being here, moving and breathing among us? It is still so often magical and mystical that I sometimes believe that surely he must return to the land of the fay people with each waxing and waning of the moon. I sometimes hesitate to squeeze […]

Loved Like This

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Last weekend I spent an afternoon with some beloved women I’ve known my whole life—mothers and daughters that my family was lucky to grow up with. This bigger crew was made up of relatives (aunts, uncles and cousins) and friends who felt like family. As far back as I can remember, we did life together. […]

A Mirror True

B_KELLI

Usually it happens at night. She always was the one, as a baby, up until midnight. Wide awake next to me in bed, with those round cerulean eyes. Not crying, not fidgeting—just awake. Eerily awake. So I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that these things happen with nocturnal regularity. Now that she’s eleven and her […]