About a week after we got home from the hospital, I wrote down the story of my daughter’s birth. It was 13 pages, and it took me six days. I wanted to remember every little detail and yet even after 13 pages, I still think I missed things. There are parts of that day that … Continue reading
I’ve made some new friends recently. I think. I hope. And one of them told me that she read my writing and she hoped I would write more. So here goes. When I was pregnant I was full of all this self-righteous angst and rage. Is that to be expected from a feminist, millennial, first-time … Continue reading
Four months ago, I peed on a plastic stick, and as the two thin lines slowly materialized, life as I knew it changed forever. That was just a few days after I wrote my last post about the Three Rivers Arts Festival. I was actually pregnant when we went to that festival, I just didn’t … Continue reading