Stand Up, My Love—You Are Strong
Vindictive lunch hour tactics. Room temperature shoulders gone cold. Weaponizing the whites of their eyes, rolling them back and back…
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Vindictive lunch hour tactics. Room temperature shoulders gone cold. Weaponizing the whites of their eyes, rolling them back and back…
Continue ReadingWhen I feel like I can’t do one more thing. When I am overwhelmed and touched out and lost in…
Continue ReadingYou feel weak, mama, but you are strong We wear our strength in many forms, barely noticing the feats we…
Continue ReadingMy sophomore English teacher kicked off the school year by reading Anne Sexton on the first day of school, a…
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Continue ReadingI do not like asking for help. I have always considered it a sign of weakness. Even when someone offers…
Continue ReadingThe longest hours for a parent are those spent in the hospital. There are 60 minutes in an hour, 3,600…
Continue ReadingMy firstborn was six years old when her little brother was born. She beamed at the sight of him, holding…
Continue ReadingI can’t even count the number of times I’ve thought, said, or heard the phrase I can’t wait for this…
Continue ReadingDear son, These days, the sound of the television turning off is like music to my ears. I get the same…
Continue ReadingIt was a sunny, crisp October day. My son Andrew was two months old. My C-section line was equally new.…
Continue ReadingSuicide. Depression. Anxiety. Anger. Sadness. Fatigue. These were common themes of my childhood. My paternal grandma committed suicide three years…
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