Continued from a previous post, When October Became September That drive home felt harder than giving birth. My body didn't feel like my own; it was a hollow shape of where Arthur was. My arms were empty, as he stayed at the hospital in a dim room with cords, monitors, nurses, and doctors. Codey and… Continue reading The Little Warrior – Our NICU Story
When October Became September – My Birth Story
The best way to remember is to write it down. As a writer of moments big and small, I just had to write about this one--the biggest moment of my life. It has forever changed me. All of the cliche things are true: it's magical, painful, scary, and it's the most wonderful thing ever. I'm… Continue reading When October Became September – My Birth Story
Dig In
Amidst all of our baby excitement, Codey graduated with his terminal degree (MFA), had several art shows, and I finished up commuting to three schools in three counties for my art teaching jobs (adjunct life is not so glamorous..especially during pregnancy..I spent so many afternoons resting at my only home base: my car). After much… Continue reading Dig In
One Day At a Time
My previous entry was a hard one to write. As I struggled with the grief and displacement from my miscarriage in December, I felt the most vulnerable I've ever been. To battle this anxiety, I decided to focus on openness. My mantra was (and remains to be): I am open. This constant reminder worked. For… Continue reading One Day At a Time
The Edge
Originally written January 28th, 2017 - It's true what they say--that time heals. I'm healing. Weeks ago, in December, on my dad's birthday, I sat in my car and cried my eyes out. My whole body shook with fear and my lungs ran out of air. All I could hear was the loud pounding of my… Continue reading The Edge
Up and At ‘Em
This morning I woke up and cried. I didn't think I would, but the tears just leaked out. I looked around my bedroom; everything looked the same but felt different. My alarm rang, my unknowing, orange tabby curled in a ball at my feet. I'm sure I wasn't alone in feeling this as my facebook… Continue reading Up and At ‘Em
Golden Hour
The most peculiar thing happened to me the other day. I was doing what I usually do on a Friday morning--driving in my trusty '94 Honda to the arboretum to practice yoga with some friends. Usually I'm in a rush--wake up, gulp some coffee, grab my mat and go. But this Friday as I rounded… Continue reading Golden Hour
Magic Squash
Even though I haven't found the cadence yet to my new, emptier schedule, some days it still feels like I'm busy. I guess that's what happens when I sprinkle my week with things here and there. One of these things is teaching yoga. I've been teaching at an arboretum on my own for some friends… Continue reading Magic Squash
Roadside Bouquets
A small poem I wrote, inspired by a recent trip home. Roadside Bouquets roadside bouquets burst from the hwy's shoulders Queen Anne's Lace like a small shelf of clouds their roots smelling like carrots Black Eyed Susans reach up and open their bright yellow petals hugging the sky who named them anyway? the Red Winged… Continue reading Roadside Bouquets
Running Laps
I'm longing for a new routine, space to be and grow. I've been in school for a long time, fixed to the same routine for years. From kindergarten to this past May, I've been in school, no breaks. That's nearly 22 years. I've always been ambitious when it comes to school. But this ambition also… Continue reading Running Laps
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