By Anne Moman Brock | Instagram: quiltingmoonbeams A birth announcement on Facebook. Weekly baby bump updates on Instagram. An email from a co-worker sharing the news that his wife is pregnant. “I’m pregnant.” “Do you have children?” “Did you hear that so-and-so had a baby?” I’m surrounded by new life but can’t create it myself. There’s […]
How Many Times Can a Woman Split Open?
by on October 25, 2018 7 Comments
Did she catch a glimpse of what was coming as she split open and pushed him with the strength of horses into this world? In that moment, when life and death and blood and air weave themselves together so inextricably, did she have any sense, then, that he was being pulled into the dark? Or […]
Finding My Way Back to the Beginning
by on February 12, 2018 8 Comments
By Stefanie Norlin | Twitter: @stefanienorlin The summer after fourth grade, my best friend Juliana and I decided to conduct an experiment. Standing on stools in my mother’s kitchen, we held cold eggs in one hand and punctured the tops and bottoms of them with a straight pin. Then we blew the yellow yolks into small Pyrex […]
Are You My Mother? (No, I’m Not)
by on September 27, 2016 31 Comments
There’s a story about Ernest Hemingway that goes like this: A local paper was running a competition for the saddest short story. Hemingway is said to have won with just six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Can’t you just feel the ache of that? You can almost hear dreams shattering like glass. The […]
In Love’s Kitchen
by on March 9, 2015 28 Comments
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. – Mary Oliver I want the next line to read “Lord, let me have lived and loved dangerously.” I’m learning to love fear. I’m learning to be courageous […]
