motherhoodA collection of 3 posts

We promised to share the weight, so I carried the groceries and the grief. I took your name, and the calls, and the questions no parent should have to answer.…

We ran for the running, chased nothing, won joy. Grass-stained knees Popsicle tongues Palms full of gravel and glory. I was a mom-shaped kid— barefoot, loud, rebecome. And you— you…

In that fractured hour, time cracked like a bone, breath split sharp between throat and bone— each swell a surge, dragging me under, muscles clenched like fists, knuckles white, tight,…