Every year, I write the story of “how I almost died”. It’s full of sorrow and triumph, of uncertainty and peace, of loss and love. It’s a great story, meant to remind me of what I almost lost and how I found myself. It’s been 7 years. I no longer remember the names of each … Continue reading Two Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Six
My boot has a bit of blood and flesh on it. I look down and casually flick it off with my finger. The blood will wash off or it won’t and my boot will always be marked by my experiences. I bought these boots for my birthday last year. In the months since, they have … Continue reading If I can’t wear my boots, I ain’t going.
Unsure of where to start, I am sitting on my blue gingham covered in pastel flowers rocker, listening to the hail fall outside, trying to find the beginning of my story. 15 minutes from now, I will make my way to the kitchen and prepare the baby’s formula. Her name is Frida and from the … Continue reading Delivering Frida