January 25, 2018

They were dark, dark days, and it wasn’t just the Boston winter gloom. I would walk to the breast pump room at Children’s Hospital six times a day, lock the door, set up my equipment, settle in the chair, turn on the pumping machine, sigh, and then sob. Uncontrollable...

October 16, 2017

The sun is shining but we are inside. My stomach is empty, but I know my arm can’t handle the bowl to mouth, bowl to mouth movement, so I curl my knees tighter into my chest.

One load of clothes enters the washing machine, my expensive yoga leggings which I normally was...

October 12, 2017

He pulls my head closer to his face, smashing my nose into his. Warm thumbs pry open my eyelids and dark circles stare into mine as the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. Warm breath caresses my face, red cheeks radiate heat, sweat and exhales and toothpaste en...

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