Sidetracked.
This is supposed to be the second blog about writing and creativity today, but I am sidetracked by things I’ve been reading about grief, about how we force our children to Learn and Achieve when what they need is to be Seen and Loved. I’m derailed by my three year-old son’s sweaty nape at naptime, …
Static
There’s static fritzing in my body today. It started when the world receded into the hush of night—my own rapid heartbeat, my husband’s even breathing, the white noise of my son’s bedroom the only sounds. It feels like my insides are made of steel wool, my organs scratching against one another, inflamed. There’s a heat …
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