Ready

Girl

There’s been a silence around here lately – a muffled echo of chirping crickets. It’s been on my mind, this echo, although you’d never know it by looking. I think of it often, in the curtailed moments between tasks (maintaining – a spirit-crushing formality, no?). To say the emptiness doesn’t sadden me would be a […]

Them

Spinning

It’s hard to know exactly when it started, but if I had to guess, I’d say high school. I suppose standards had been around long before then, but that was the first time I remember actually feeling the pressure to meet them. Seemingly overnight, the whole world was demanding progress. Neither they nor I knew […]

Still Here

Friends

A week after my miscarriage, my best friend arrived at my door, gift bag in hand. Muffled knocks filtered through layers of blankets – three soft raps, gentle and unpretentious. I wanted to meet them, to open the door and my bleeding heart to the person standing there, but I was pinned to my bed […]

My Child, My Choice

Mom

Six seconds into my tweet, I realized the following sentiments far exceeded 140 characters. I don’t often chime in on controversial subjects but every so often I find myself with an opinion demanding a voice. This is one of those times. Consider yourself warned. Yesterday morning I read this article about doing away with hospital […]