A poem by Brianna Randall.
Surrendering my Expectations of Motherhood
Motherhood means dwelling within these transitions.
Rebirth
All good stories start with water. With a flow, a rush, a release. So did you.
The Space Between Contractions
I want to tell you about the calm in the center of a storm. About a timeless place of softly swirling nothing. About drifting weightless across eons that span mere moments. About a galaxy inside of each of us that is filled with peace and trust and so much depth.
The Universal is the Most Personal
By Brianna Randall. Someone else is sharing my inner space: my breath, my blood, my body.
Growing a Baby on a Boat
By Brianna Randall. I attribute my breezy early pregnancy to the fact that I was on a sailboat, anchored amidst lazy tropical islands with nothing I had to do and nowhere I had to go.
Sour Cream and Onion Dip (Yeah, Right.)
By Brianna Randall. When I crave sour cream and onion dip with potato chips, I'm ecstatic if one of the three restaurants in town is serving fried fish with mayonaise on top.
Peeing on a Stick
By Brianna Randall. I always thought I'd pee on the stick in my own familiar bathroom, in my own comfortable home, at just the right moment.
Turning into Tinker Bell
By Brianna Randall. Do you ever notice that when you hang out with your siblings you feel like a kid again?
Parent for One Week
By Brianna Randall. Turns out you need a lot less stuff to raise kids in the Tonga.
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