Sleep
You just fell asleep in my arms nursing while I read you one of my favorite books – Wherever
Stupid Comments
From the woman I haven’t seen since before the pandemic: “I didn’t even know you had a baby!!! How’s
A Mother’s Reflections on her Daughter’s First Birthday
Skylar Let me paint a picture for you of my daughter. To see Skylar is to see the biggest,
Freedom
When it finally gets cold enough to use the heat for the first time in a long time, I fire it up to take the chill out of the living room early in the morning. Even though the central heat I have now that I control from my phone with my Nest thermostat is a huge upgrade from the old radiator heater I had in my single-lady-life West Hollywood junior
My Reflection
Looking in the mirror, at myself in the reflection, And I can’t help but feel grateful. My body has given me so many gifts, in just 38 short years. Movement, This body has taken me to mountain tops, swimming, climbing, hiking, walking and dancing. Strength, These arms have held and comforted fussy toddlers. These thick thighs, and strong muscles, have stretched, endured 3 half marathons, and even developed, delivered, and
Raw Thoughts and Feelings from a Deaf Mama
I am a deaf mama. I was born with severe to profound sensorineural hearing loss. My mom met the right people and made the decision to lead me on a path of verbal auditory training at a very young age. Although I tried to reach out within the deaf community to connect and make friends, my peers were uncomfortable around me because I spoke well and interacted well within the
Last Week Was Too Much
Too much for my city. Too much for mothers. It’s been national news, you probably already know about the young mother of two boys who was brutally slain in Memphis, TN. To say that the loss of Liza has had a profound impact on Memphis, is saying the very least. To say that it has hurt every mother I know to the core, is true. As if the collective grief
The Waiting Room
We’re in the car, and Jonah is asking me for our “old playlist,” as he calls it. There’s a shared, almost secret language that exists when you have a child where they talk about and ask for things and only you and your small circle know what they’re talking about. Imaginary friends, certain songs, the way they like their food cut, the random request they make about that playground you