i've grown feral.
motherhood
mothering
the one with the match / gets no credit for the heat.
homecoming
I rose with the sun / and the swift love
[after]birth
skin to skin / blood and breath.
body as magic
it offends by / simply existing
reasons I exist
a fire / a trough / a pill
I have a confession to make.
Is every day perfect? Absolutely not. Is it good enough? Better than I expected, even? Yes. Yes it is.
take care of you first, mama.
You don't have to get dirt under your fingernails to be a good mother.
the year our children grew in isolation.
He's this whole entire other person and it's happened in secret.
play first, worry later.
be with them now; the rest can wait.
