elixir

What breathes life into you? Mine is: My son’s two tooth grin The rustling of sheets when he’s crawling towards me to wake me up The bing of a text message back when you have found another layer beneath rock bottom Words coming together when you have misplaced yourself in the pile of dirty laundry…

how peace finds me

sometimes peace finds me in the places that aren’t so quiet when my fingers are stretched, palms down, holding the weight of what I could have been. the sweat glistens. the music pulsates. when will I let go of the idea of me they implanted in my mind the one that finds no forgiveness in…

The final stretch.

I write this with swollen fingers and my belly nearly resting on the table. Baby is the size of a winter melon, and I really don't even think I’ve seen a winter melon in real life. I haven't written a pregnancy update since my announcement and that's due to a lot of reasons. Firstly, I…