A painting of a mom and her baby.

It’s January and little do I know it but I am about to embark on the most angsty journey of my life so far. I am 27 years old and just found out I am pregnant for the second time. I should be ecstatic and I am. However, reality sets in and I can feel […]

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An abstract, black and purple, painting.

I watched the machine pump life into her body and listened to the hypnotic undulations of the respirator as it plunged her lungs in and out. Like watching the movements of something solid begin to breathe after two hits of acid, I was held, mesmerized in disbelief. This was definitely a bad trip and I […]

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An abstact painting of white, red, black, yello and blue colors.

“Grief Is the Thing with Feathers” (by Max Porter) is a great name for a book, but mourning is not usually associated with flight. Sometimes it feels heavy and exhausting and impossible to recover from. Speaking from experience I know this to be true. I also know that there is a way through this weighty, […]

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