There was a little girl…

My Grandmother used to say this little verse to me all the time.  I can’t for the life of me figure out who she was talking about.  I was a little angel.

Pregnancy

a journey started in a moment of heat making love, making a child at the same time making myself something more than myself changing from woman to mother

I am not the same person

Invaded, my body is not my own my belly rolls and kicks with a power I don’t possess I am [...]

Moving

cardboard, tape, knife sharpie; colorful life packed in brown boxes

Not that I didn’t have enough going on what with the pregnancy and sinus issues and papers due at school, but I just thought I’d let you know that we’re moving this weekend.

Yay! Really, it is a good move, I just don’t [...]

Monday Haiku

Confounded by life In perpetual beta On the job training