10 Ways I Do It

May 10, 2018My Story 11 Comments

This week for Finish the Sentence Friday, I was tasked with writing about 10 things most people don’t know about me. Since I have made it a habit to write about my life on the internet, there isn’t a whole lot about me that I want people to know that I haven’t already written about… … Read More

This Year

December 28, 2017My Story 14 Comments

I hold up a pair of pants in front of Esmé. “Do you like these, Ez?” She looks at them for a beat, places her hands on her wheels, turning just slightly away from me (and the pants), and pronounces, clear as a bell, “Ah, dunt.” I don’t. Moments later, she repeats the scene with … Read More

What if…

September 28, 2017My Story 10 Comments

I had a conversation with my daughter the other night, as we do sometimes. These aren’t the conversation I imagined having with my six-year-old. Instead they are led by my best guesses at conversation topics and two battered cards reading “Yes” and “No.” Sometimes she is just humoring me and sometimes she is unavailable for … Read More

What moves me is…Medicaid.

July 6, 2017My Story 6 Comments

Since having my daughter Esmé six and a half years ago, I have been somewhat obsessed by the mechanisms of motion. From her first moments her body struggled to move in the ways so many of us take for granted, that I would watch, awed, at the dance we orchestrate just moving across the room—muscles … Read More

I Don’t Want To Write (About Health Care)

May 19, 2017My Story 15 Comments

I don’t want to write about health care, yet, somehow, I have to…because I am the mother of a child who is medically-fragile. I am the mother of a child who relies on Medicaid and protections for people with pre-existing conditions. And right now? Right now I cannot afford not to write about it. This … Read More

Mother’s Day: A Finish the Sentence Friday Post

May 14, 2017My Story 4 Comments

Her cool hand against my forehead I sleep well for the first time in days. All of the certainty of my womanhood slips away from me, and I am, again, her small child…my head in the safety of her lap. My body singing, “Mother. Mother. Mother.” *** When my own daughter was growing inside of … Read More