birth
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Adventures In Baby Wearing
Today was the first day Naima and I ventured into the world on our own. Of course, ten years ago I was running around the world with a baby and a toddler. But today felt different. The world has changed, and so have I. I’m not old and feeble, but I am older. I wore… Continue reading
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The Ninth Month: A Prayer To My Unborn Baby
In my ninth month of growing you, Naima, I begin the return to myself. Your mother has been walking through dust so that men mistake her for a fallen city. You don’t yet know what a mother is. I am the first god you will have, but only accidentally, and then you’ll have more and… Continue reading
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The Laundry Room
When I was four years old my mother selected half-day kindergarten on the forms that came home. This meant that she would pick me up at lunchtime, whereas my three older siblings would stay on at the same elementary school until the bell rang at 3:30 and we would go again to collect them. The… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.