The Murmuration of the Body

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I remember the first time I witnessed the beautiful choreography of a flock of starlings in flight. It was a sharply cool autumn afternoon and I had just finished spinning in circles, arms spread, hair flying. As I came out of my twirl I crumpled onto a clump of thick grass and felt the earth […]

When the Holy Spirit is Our Midwife

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I had just finished throwing up for the first time (not the last) into a handful of paper towels when the midwife walked in. “I’m sorry. I threw up,” I said to her, although that would have been pretty obvious from the vomit covering my t-shirt and bed sheets (paper towels not being particularly appropriate […]

STOP THE SILENCE: I Had To Get Away

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[TRIGGER WARNING: Descriptions of emotional abuse + stalking] By L. I knew something was wrong, during my short marriage to J., but couldn’t put my finger on it. One night, we watched a news story about a police chief who stalked, shot and killed his ex-wife in front of their children before turning the gun on […]

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 […]

A Mirror True

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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 […]