I was seven months pregnant when I found an injured baby bird hopping around the middle of the road in
If you’d asked me as a teenager, I’d have told you for sure I’d be getting out of here.
Ever had that look in your eye? It’s a look made not of love alone. It’s the reflection of a
Something changes when you become a writer. Time slows. You begin to savor the tiniest experiences. You breathe in the
I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and you scream and shake
— *at home1 : relaxed and comfortable : at ease This morning, Facebook reminded me that exactly one year ago
I stand leaning over the side of your crib, forearms resting on the hard plastic frame. At least I think it’s
It was a typical Thursday morning, but the gloomy clouds and drizzling rain poetically accompanied a nagging sadness that I