The Hope for Which We Now Labor

It’s true what mothers say about forgetting the pain of childbirth. My births are now seven and nine-and-a-half years ago and I have to strain to remember the details. Giving birth is a moment we spend countless hours preparing for. It is the culmination of reading and birthing classes, showers, reordering our lives and homes, […]

I Looked for Joy in the Wrong Place

I thought it was gone, but it turns out, I was just looking for it in the wrong place. Four years ago, when my dad died, everything changed. I’m not just speaking in the metaphoric sense that everything changed in grief, but in the very real, physical sense that everything in our wee Forbes world […]

The Prophetic Period

Gurgle. Rumble. Ooze. Bloat. Expand. Bleed. Weep. Feelings. All of it. Too much of it.   Chocolate. Ibuprofen. Netflix. More Chocolate. Rinse and repeat. Menstruation is no fun. The first few days are terrible. The pain is dull yet overpowering. The emotions burn with fury. I have a routine. I cancel all non-emergency plans, buy […]

Angel Cake

By Cherity Cook Twelve freshly washed eggs sat on my counter. Pink. Brown. Green. White. Blue. More colors than most people know chicken eggs come in, cradled on my dish towel, each waiting to be cracked and separated yolk from white. I always separate the eggs first, cracking them above a small bowl and catching […]

Walking Through My Own Stations of Grief

I In January, I went to Mexico on a family vacation. It was the first time my kids had ever been on a plane and the first time any of us had stepped foot on an all-inclusive resort. What luxury—this life of sunshine, ocean waves and beach-side beverage service. This trip was a Christmas gift […]