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a much bigger whole
I just spent the last four weeks in the midst of a beautiful, miraculous long-distance love affair with a man I love deeply, an old friend from high school. It was completely unexpected and nothing...
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poem 3 on motherhood
I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the...
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poem 4 sonnet for lila
your blue and green eyes with a dot of gold keenly aware of worlds beyond your grasp conquering fears too large for you to hold protection from them you dare not need ask a simple beauty bound by...
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right smack dab at the beginning
My kids left me for six days just two short weeks ago. As I sit here I find myself checking and double checking that time-frame because it seems so ludicrously impossible that so much has happened in...
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poem 5 sonnet for oskar
my first born baby you always will be the one who ushered me into this space a clearer, confident identity able to move through the world and keep pace with those who previously hadn’t seen the shy and...
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the myth of happily ever after
I’ve been moving through a lot of late. The thing I notice about myself most notably is just how quickly I seem to be processing things these days. What took me 12+ years just a couple of years ago...
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poem 16 cinquain on motherhood
motherhood unfathomable, incessant taxing, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching couldn’t make another choice devotion
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poem 29 for my mother
It’s your birthday today a day to celebrate your open-hearted kindness, tumbling laughter and giving smile. I remember the day I first understood the madness of motherhood– knew the intensity of...
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ode to motherhood
I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day– perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the...
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