It’s a Sticky Life

  Imagine a situation that’s very sticky and write about it. My head pounds to the beat of my three-year-old girl’s tapping foot on the kitchen linoleum. I rub my hand down my makeup free face. Coffee and a shower. That’s all I need to make it through this day. “Cheerios and milk,” Lizzy says in a voice that makes want to call her captain. “It’s coming, Miss,” I say. I remind myself to breathe in and out while switching[Read more]

New Mom

She wakes up to the sound of his cries and dread falls over her like the morning sun shining through the window. Another day of feeding, changing, rocking and bouncing. Another day feeling uncertain and exhausted. Life as a new mother is not what she expected. She imagined being more sure of herself, more confident. Instead she feels lost. As she enters the nursery, she bids him good morning in her sweet sing-song voice, and scoops him up into her[Read more]

Erase Her Misery

This tiny human glows. Her toothless smile tickles my heart and brings tears to my eyes. She kicks her chubby legs, the paper beneath crunching with each hit. She squeals as I kiss her almost non-existent neck. Her soft skins smells of milk and spit-up. Perfection. “Hold her arms down, Mom,” the nurse with the dark ponytail says. I take each soft hand in mine and gently press them to the paper. My little girl captures my gaze and lets[Read more]