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

May 19, 2017My Story 13 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

On the Border: Finish the Sentence Friday

February 24, 2017My Story 6 Comments

Some days I live on the border between my daughter and myself—reaching across, hoping to grab ahold of her, to understand. Some days I am certain I will never understand. *** I stood at the places that remain of the wall in Berlin. It was only in standing there that I understood that what we … Read More

Fire Alarm: Burning Anger and 45

February 10, 2017My Story 5 Comments

I am on fire. I leap forward immediately, pulling my pants off in one fast gesture, screaming, “No, no, no.” I yell out other words I cannot remember beyond the taste of them in my mouth, the feeling of them spewing out without my permission, without any conscious thought. I look toward Esmé, who remains … Read More

Blessings

August 4, 2016My Story 11 Comments

This week I was tasked to write about blessings. Normally I feel like I’d have very little trouble writing about this topic. I’d sit and think about the weight of Esmé in my arms at night as she drifts off to sleep over my shoulder. And somehow, I’d leap from there, finding myself wrapping the … Read More

Chicago Ferris Wheel

July 14, 2016My Story 9 Comments

Last Friday I got on a plane and flew to Chicago meet my foundation partner and dear, dear friend Juliann. We had what amounted to a day and a half together. But, as is usual for us, our time seemed to expand into something far bigger. Juliann and I have known each other for only … Read More