Category: motherhood

Traveler

I’ve never felt Africa’s dust between my toes, heard the night-call of hippos, sipped mezcal in Mexico, or shivered in the coastal winds of Ireland. Yet I am filled with landscapes, the changing terrain of my own body, my relentless heartbeat, I remember how, when I was pregnant, the strength of it grew almost intolerably,…
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July 11, 2018 0

Wrong

I realized today while I was walking that I carry a burden of wrongness about being N’s mother. It goes right back to the beginning of his life. It was wrong for it to happen (not married, bad choice of dad). My decisions were wrong. It was all wrong. I tried to celebrate it, but…
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July 11, 2018 0