As always, I apologize for my absence. One thing keeping my fingers busy is the creation of these grief & gratitude malas. The following is the letter I enclose when I send out the mala that…
Browsing Category motherhood
8 legs, 1 life
Wisdom, they call it, at the root of that reptilian-twitch, I put the mundane down, look over my shoulder and slowly follow my body out the door. His words are muffled by the back of…
On the day you were born…
On the day you were conceived, July 2nd, 2014, Mama fell into a deep afternoon nap and woke up to a “familiar knocking” in her womb. Her cobwebby recollection was of a dream in which…
stammer, stutter, hiccup
If you have ever stared suspiciously at the stars, you have wondered what it feels like to be pregnant. Both states stammer in the face of other-worldliness. In the suddenly quiet corner of the room,…
ode to snowplow
Ode to snow plow. Dearest snow plow, Will you ever know? The way your rumble up the street, Cuts a tantrum in two. The morning pro-clothes argument (any clothes mind you) Tossed in the air…
constellations of untold histories
I have found myself, recently, lingering on the pause following, “You’re so lucky.” Would I be lying, or acquiescing, in a cordial nod and smile of agreement? The woman at the grocery store/in the hot…
on hypnobirthing
(My hypnobirthing doula from my first pregnancy/birth asked me for a quote on my experience…) They refer to it as “hypno” but I think “mindful birthing” would be more fitting. Yes, the meditations and affirmations…
seeking a mindful minute
I’m remembering, The unwritten life is fast food eaten standing up. A mindless conveyor motion of bits to mouth. Yet the primary ingredient of memory, I’m certain, is reflection. And the unwritten is the unreflected….
#nofightsworthwinning
I have four arms, four legs and forty fingers and toes. And I have two hearts, two blood types, and two brains. The latter a valid reason, I protest, for my constant state of indecision….
domestic love crumbs
MY CHILD’S CRY STIRS ME FROM BED. After he’s soothed, I crawl back under the cooled covers and just barely register the time on the clock: 5:30am. But my brain has already stirred and my…