MotherWriter207

April 2025

  • A Mother’s Breakfast

    This morning I ate The crust of one daughter’s cinnamon sugar toast. The last bits of oatmeal from another one’s bowl. An over-easy egg that my youngest cried for and then screamed “yucky!” when I placed it on her plate.… Continue reading

  • The Monarch

    I dropped her off at preschool. A big moment for her. A big moment for me, too. A symbol of change and growth and the passing of time.  Before going through the door, Ruby stopped and peeked over her shoulder… Continue reading

  • Sunflowers

    I’m scared I’ll forget about the sweetest bits of you. The smell of your head- your lips. I could spend the day breathing them in. Why do they smell so good for such a short amount of time? I want… Continue reading

  • Silent Bitterness

    There is a bitterness in motherhood A competition that my husband didn’t know he was participating in Which is wildly unfair But I struggle to stop it I create tally marks in my mind of how many hot cups of… Continue reading