Childhood. // An eternity of slowing down // of peering, stopping, noticing the smallness // making sense of vastness // creating universes // and picking them apart.

When I Set You Free

Time will come for you, like all others. It will whisper that you, too, could run free. Your wings will spread, longing for purpose. You will fly skywards erratically, like the mayfly on a clear summer day. How I will miss you, my companions, as I roam these empty rooms.

Tales From Another Life: The Chamonix Chambermaid

She wasn't a pretty woman. Rough, uncared for skin, thinning reddish hair, calloused hands. Here was a woman hardened by life, I thought. Here was a woman you wouldn't want to be. Her demeanor was direct and unimpressed. As we toiled side by side, tackling yet another semi-identical room, shaking out one freshly laundered duvet... Continue Reading →

On Beauty: A Letter to my Daughters

Dearest daughters, You are so young, only five and two, and so blessedly contained inside the safe square that makes up your world. On the beach, you shed your clothes in seconds, concerned only with skipping to the water in as few steps as possible. When you get dressed in the morning, your main objective... Continue Reading →

A Mother’s Awakening

Each pregnancy has left an imprint in my body. I am not just referring to the outer signs, or the transformation that took part as I grew and expanded alongside my belly; I've recently learned that my children's cells actually influence my own DNA. This makes complete sense to me on a psychological level. Each... Continue Reading →

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