A Library, Not a Feed
The Self room.
It’s 3a.m. Everyone is sleeping. The room is dark. My toddler is in bed asleep, practicing her jiu jitsu. My husband is sleeping. I am sitting in the corner of the bedroom in a chair that swallows you whole.
Read more →America happened.
Read more →I am a woman on the sofa wondering where my life is headed. My body feels deeply suspended in something I cannot name. I have no sense of time and day. It's...
Read more →It's now 1 am and everyone in the house is sleeping peacefully… the baby is making those peaceful sounds babies make when they are sleeping and feeling safe...
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