The stars spin around her room, like we are underwater, in a fishbowl in a house in a life of coming and going. The rain has started and the mornings are so dark, stars bleed into the hallway, on the …
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Momma’s Punch — An ode to moms, in cocktail form
I spent this Mother’s Day with my sister, our kiddos, and our good friend Andrea––eating, drinking, and talking about life, birth, mothers and daughters, and how motherhood has or hasn’t been what we thought it would be. My sister said …
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Sometimes, it still feels like I am in the throws of it all. The pressure, the wincing pull, the relief of breath. It is a constant rebirth — this motherhood. You came into the world, pulled out with force. Not …
