A blog about mental health, self acceptance, and embracing all the magnificentally awkward moments along the way.
Last night I sat on your bed as you whirled yourself to sleep the way you always do. A hand here, a leg thrown out from under the covers, then back under, then out again. Pillow flipped from side to side as you nestled deeper, trying to find that sweet spot of the cool and … Continue reading Teaching Anger
I think somewhere out there are mothers who smell the way I thought motherhood would smell; of vanilla and fresh baked bread and warmth. I am jealous of these mothers. My own motherhood smells like the onions of a thousand meals permeating cracked skin--a thousand refused meals prepared lovingly or automatically or bitterly depending on … Continue reading The Smell of Motherhood
