“Where did it come from?” It’s probably one of the most common questions artists get asked about their work. Though as common as it might be, it would be easier to explain to a preschooler where babies come from.
Posts in category Motherhood
As much as I write about my boys, there will always be things I do not say, The Unspoken. The following poem was originally published in Kakalak 2015. Things I Do Not Say His complexion was raspberry tea, and he could fit into a teapot twice. I don’t mention this when asked how I am, what’s […]
As Hurricane Matthew taunts the coast, October has broken into autumnal wet with white skies above. This morning, there were no picturesque sunrise photos to be captured. Everything has been blurred by rain, mostly misting: too fine to be stopped by an umbrella, too much to go without a jacket. But that is not to […]
Three years ago our little Lightning Bug flew to Heaven. Remembering Alexander Gregory today has been different than past years. This year I have the blessing of thinking of him while I hold his youngest brother, our rainbow baby, already ten weeks and more than ten pounds of joy. (More about that soon. Or […]