My three girls are always so close to me, following me from kitchen to bathroom and back, circling me as I clean or write or cook. They need to tell me about school, about what so-and-so said or didn’t say, about what princesses wear to bed.
A Birthday Cake Shaped Space
I still straddle that line between home and the world, between living in the permeable skin of motherhood and the tighter, more intimate skin of the woman I am beyond my children and also because of them.
Holding On To What We Share
When you’re ready and wondering, come look for a slice of yourself in me. There’s plenty to share.