Mama

Mama

My son I sat tonight as is now our rhythm, in the dark you suckling at my breast. Measured breaths and heartbeat slowing, time stilling and the moment becoming something infinite in my memory. I never understood the beauty of this until you. I’d not nourished your sister in this same way from my body [...]

Behind the Lines

Behind the Lines

My beautiful girl battles some demons at such an early age. Some we don't have a name for just yet but others like anxiety and OCD are very apparent. The difference between her world view and experiences become more and more marked as Noah grows. His lack of fear, pure joy at waking up each [...]