The change is subtle, yet always shocking.
One moment, he’s a baby, crawling and squawking for milk. A perfect picture of dependence. It was only a few days ago that I gave birth to him, right?
Then one unexpected day, a step is taken. A precarious, hesitant, definitive step. And from that moment on, the little back seems straighter, stout legs grow firmer. The curtain falls on the infant, and rises to reveal the little boy in the next scene. Continue reading “Act 1, Scene 2”
It’s been one of those days.
You know the ones I’m talking about. The days when motherhood feels just so. Dang. Heavy. Weeks when you are overwhelmed by both the scribbled lists of tasks, and the empty lines that lie beneath them.
Pressure to check off the boxes, AND pressure to add more boxes. Continue reading “The Curse of “And” (or Motherhood Rant #836,283)”
“We class ourselves as branches
on our family tree,
each person has a branch
and each branch has its branches
growing out of it.” – David Harris
The mirror has changed for me.
“A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.”
― Emily Dickinson
Writing can be a challenge. Period.
Writing a letter is personal….and challenging….and personal.