Primordial Soup, DNA, and Beauty

I grew, inside my mother’s body, from a single cell.  In that time, I created all the eggs I’d ever have—my contribution to future children.  We existed like that, three generations, nested together like Russian matryoshka dolls.

Chipmunk, just born.

Chipmunk, just born.

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Motherhood: Pulled from the Ether

I am your mother.

I dreamed of you before your souls were tied to any physical existence.  I was your mother before you even came to be.  Your existence floated all around me, waiting.  In the beginning, your physical form came into being within mine, pulled from the ether into my body.  The first electrical currents of your thoughts began inside my body—each of you, the tiniest snow globe inside of me, housing the cracks and thunder bolts of your emerging personality.   The first thumps of your hearts, began in me. Read the rest of this entry »


Rainbows and Unicorns, Surfing, My Baby.

The roller coaster has been strong lately.  I’m on an every other day cycle.  One day I’m pretty happy, LP seems to be doing well, I’m thinking about the days when I was so sad, past tense.  I call that a rainbows-and-unicorn day.
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