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fade to black…

It is not that I didn't fight to get pregnant, and once I did, to stay pregnant. I did the holistic creams on the belly, I drank the raspberry leaf tea. There wasn't an internet in those days, so whenever some well meaning person had some "advice", I was willing to take it. When I [...]

holding space…

When I was seventeen years old, I was unmarried and terrified while wearing only a hospital gown in an early morning emergency room. I had woken up to a pooling of blood, on a friend's couch, and assured that this was something a pregnant girl did not want to experience. Prior to that morning, I [...]

an afternoon…

an afternoon…

The afternoon sun poured through the windows. The breeze carried with it the songs of the birds, high in treetops. Full disclose, though I sat curled up with a book, a notebook and a pen, in the coziest chair my sunporch holds, this is not that porch. I absolutely adore this image from Arno Smit. [...]

naming mistakes…

naming mistakes…

Monica Gellar's parents aren't known for esteeming her life choices. In one episode, when Monica is beginning to (finally) feel like her mom may have some faith in her, after all, when her mom reminds her that they expect failure from her. She charmingly refers to it as pulling a Monica. It basically means: screwing [...]