the edges of myself

words, words, words

I woke up around 2 in the morning on January 7, 2003 with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of finally meeting my first child. I was already twelve days past my “due date” and truly bursting with child. My body, carrying at least an extra fifty pounds, was behemoth. The skin of my torso …

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I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day– perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the all-too constant truth that we’re just winging it.   Each new day, another brave face– scooping up the pieces …

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We are all the greatest– each of us the BEST at this job we never applied for– and from which we will never be fired– the benefits being intangible and showing themselves in the most unlikely moment– an unprompted thank you or please– a concern born from a devotion that is normally tossed under the …

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It’s your birthday today a day to celebrate your open-hearted kindness, tumbling laughter and giving smile.   I remember the day I first understood the madness of motherhood– knew the intensity of frustration and loss of control.   And the day it hit me– like a thousand waves crashing against the shore– the immensity of …

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I’ve been moving through a lot of late.  The thing I notice about myself most notably is just how quickly I seem to be processing things these days.  What took me 12+ years just a couple of  years ago is now taking weeks, days, or sometimes just hours.  Some people might find it hard to …

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