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.
The Push and Pull of Motherhood
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.