Maybe now is not the time to share a laugh my husband and I had on our way home from the ultrasound—but it is sticking to my ribs and it is making me smile. Under my new circumstances as a thrice-miscarrying woman, I have the ability to approach this storm in my life by looking […]

My eyelashes are short and I am vain.

The puny strands strain under each wand-load of mascara pulled through by my confident hand. I’ve been performing this ritual for years in front of mirrors and from touchy memory.

Over the past several weeks I’ve had flashes and feelings regarding today. Thoughts of black […]