Having a miscarriage is going to the ER and waiting for three and a half hours to be seen. There’s … Continue reading Miss, Carry.
I never thought I’d be writing you. Of all the people in the world to talk to, my rapist was … Continue reading To The Boy Who Changed My Life
Leaving in the hushed darkness of the morning for work doesn’t make me feel like a good mother. I tell … Continue reading An Open Letter To My Baby Boy
January 4th, 2015 changed my life forever. I was 10 weeks pregnant when the bleeding started. The next day, I miscarried. Living 1000 miles away from my hometown of Pine Bush, N.Y., away from friends and family alike didn’t make the loss any easier. I only told a handful of them I was pregnant because I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought, once I get my first sonogram picture, I’ll share it with everyone.
But I never got that chance. I never heard a heartbeat. Continue reading “I Never Heard A Heartbeat”
Originally published by Embodied Effigies in October’s Featured Writing ________________________________________________________________________________ The humid air of a July night clings to her stiff … Continue reading My Mother’s Funeral
“Stained Glass Windows” is in Embodied Effigies issue number three! This piece was extremely difficult to write and perfect. It took months … Continue reading Stained Glass Windows
I’ve been lifeguarding since 9 a.m. and the heat has engraved my whistle lanyard onto the back of my neck. Continue reading “Drowning Under Pressure”