motherhood
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The Writer that Failed
I’ve been here before. It’s my expectations plummeting to meet reality. It’s me flailing as I fall, trying to grab onto anything to stop life from hitting so hard. If I do manage to grab something, it’s me holding on… Continue reading
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The First Stone: The Lake
Looking out my kitchen window, I see some of the rocks laid around our pond. It started here. Whether I was in the kitchen looking at the pond, or whether I was actually down at the pond, I can’t remember.… Continue reading
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Creative Work
Some days I’m more creative than others, meaning the wind of creativity blows stronger, the impulse to abandon visible productivity drives me crazy if I don’t listen. I feel panicked, like an opportunity is passing me by, and I cry… Continue reading


