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Piles on Piles on Piles
My life is in piles – Piles of dishes Piles of books on the floor Piles of dirty laundry Piles of rocks on my entryway table for some reason Piles of papers and bills and artwork I can’t seem to… Continue reading
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The Other Side of Your Childhood
I worry about what’s waiting for me on the other side of your childhood. I’m afraid to lose the bits of you that I see right now – The squishy bits. The silly bits. The parts of you that are… Continue reading
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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
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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
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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
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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
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