A 27th Birthday Poem

A 27th Birthday Poem

belly born. science slicing windows into nature’s womb, a kind of miracle.   hours clocked – long days, longer nights. by design i cannot, for the life of me, remember the work it took to raise me.   only when i look at my daughter, tucked into...
Mothering Don’t Come Easy

Mothering Don’t Come Easy

Truthfully, I was never one of those gals who longed to become a wife and mother. I was never hostile to the idea. But it wasn’t the stuff of my daydreams. Traveling the world and climbing the corporate ladder, kicking buns and taking names? Those were my...