Motherhood
Poetry from the beautiful, exhausting, ordinary magic of raising children—from pregnancy and birth to bedtime, growing up, and everything motherhood asks us to carry.
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A desperate two-in-the-morning stroller walk becomes the night a tired mother and her daughters find a little beauty outside the walls.
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When sleep refuses the whole family, a stroller and the empty streets turn a brutal 2 A.M. into something almost gentle.
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Goosifer folds her wings, Izzy Bear finds her den, and at last the whole little forest of a household becomes quiet.
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The household’s tiny chaos agent finally sleeps, transforming from Goosifer into a soft little snore wrapped around her mother.
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One twin finally closes her eyes just as the other wakes, passing the night shift between them like a perfectly coordinated little conspiracy.
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One wide-awake baby turns midnight into a private little world of moonlit stories while everyone else has already surrendered to sleep.
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Theo becomes a big brother by instinct, tending his little sisters with the easy love of a child who never needed to be taught how to care.
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A letter celebrating Gabriella’s observant little spirit and the quiet wisdom she has carried from the very beginning.
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A letter to Isabella, whose first cry stitched something back together in a mother who did not realize she was still broken.
Between Bruises & Blooms 