I did not want to bring Grief into this house. She follows me though, small bare feet pattering up the concrete stairs. I don't realize she's followed me in until later, when I find her hiding under the bed. She must be cold and lonely and hungry. I clasp her small tender hands and lift … Continue reading here and gone [poem]
Category: infertility awareness
My hysterectomy, aka beginning of a new chapter (Days 0-4)
For a couple months now I've been meticulously preparing for major surgery - hysterectomy and another excision procedure for endometriosis. As I write this I'm on day 4 post-op and I'm feeling pretty good! Let's do this! Even though I've already had a different surgery for endo four years ago, chronic pain, horrible periods, etc, … Continue reading My hysterectomy, aka beginning of a new chapter (Days 0-4)
Making peace with Mother’s Day
Earlier this week, my husband made the decision that we were not going to church today. I was totally on board with this, and very happy that I did not have to make the decision and the argument to go along with it. It's not that we hate church; it's just that the church in … Continue reading Making peace with Mother’s Day
Coming back into my body
Over the past seven years or so, I have been made acutely aware of my body. At first she seemed like a stranger to me, someone you pass in the night but can't quite see past the darkness and shadows. It's quite ironic that I was so separated from my body because I am tall. … Continue reading Coming back into my body
Books under the rug
The memories we have as children are grossly underestimated. The experiences, people, sayings, jokes, smells, foods, books... it's really amazing that all of this fits so well as it's swept under a rug. Until it doesn't fit, and one by one each memory or book or food grows legs and crawls out, peeking its head … Continue reading Books under the rug
Boundaries
I don't normally write for this blog on my work laptop and I usually have my Sunday post done by now, but my personal laptop seems to be dead. At least for now. Quite a bummer, too, because I was working on a very cozy vibe for a mid-autumn Sunday morning - complete quiet, a … Continue reading Boundaries
When they’re all grown up
Sometimes the house is too quiet, sometimes the floors are too clean. On a lazy, cool, and rainy Sunday afternoon, which have been quite rare, I become more aware of my inner thoughts than I have been in awhile. I seem to oscillate between thinking and feeling, doing and observing. And I've been doing a … Continue reading When they’re all grown up
How the prosperity gospel ruined my peace, and other stories | [Unpublished post from 2015].
I'm sharing this private unpublished post in honor of National Infertility Awareness Week. To all the people who are sick of society's and the collective church's bullshit about conceiving a child and what constitutes a family. When I'm in crisis, I write. A lot. As a colleague says when there's nothing else to say: words, … Continue reading How the prosperity gospel ruined my peace, and other stories | [Unpublished post from 2015].
I am woman, a poem.
In honor of National Infertility Awareness Week. For all mothers who wish they were. You are still you. I am woman. I am moon and stars and voices on the winter wind. I am a young girl with sparkles of hope in her eyes as she gazes at the fading sun. I am in awe … Continue reading I am woman, a poem.
Vanishing
With all this time at home and so many headlines, I find I'm spending way more time on my phone in the past week than I have in a long time. As a result of scrolling, I saw this video of Kelly Clarkson (have always been a fan) doing an a cappella version of Mariah … Continue reading Vanishing
MPM 2.0: mercy unmasked 