Category: motherhood
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Giving and Receiving
My counselor sits across from me in a green wingback chair, her eyes wide and kind behind black cat eyeglasses. Instead of meeting her gaze, I steal glances at the bowl of brittle potpourri to my left. The too-squishy couch feels lopsided beneath me, as unmanageable as my emotions. I’ve spent years trying not to […]
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I don’t want to forget
I don’t want to forget how, the first time I gave Kyeler a raisin, he held the tiny wrinkled thing up to me and proclaimed, “Football!” I don’t want to forget the Easter egg hunt we had in the backyard with our neighbors, how the weather was perfect, and how we made up games to […]
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Woman enjoys kid-free date night without crippling anxiety
Winston-Salem mom of two, Megan Hogg, was spotted at local restaurant Mozelle’s on Saturday evening with her husband. Shockingly, there was nary a toddler or Cheerio in sight. Perhaps it was the sauvignon blanc, or the natural high that comes from finally using a gift card from last Christmas, but Megan appeared uncharacteristically relaxed and […]
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Golden hour
Honey light drips onto bare bellies and curly hair still wet from the bath. The stickiness of the day has been washed away, leaving a blank canvas for tomorrow’s messes. The boys are mischief and joy and innocence squeezed into small, syrup scented bodies. It’s a Tuesday evening and we don’t even know we are […]
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3/19/22
When I got home from work today I realized Josh had left the front door wiiiide open while he was gone all day with the kids. Then, a few minutes after going inside I noticed my car keys weren’t on the hook next to our door… because I had locked them inside the car. *sigh* […]
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Where you are
The first thing we learned about E was that he loved to dance. Buckled in his carseat during rush hour traffic, in line for a Frosty at Wendy’s, on the concrete by the side of the pool, in a busy air-conditioned mall—it didn’t matter. Wherever he was, music and dancing were sure to follow. For […]
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A mother’s love
A mother’s love isMore than the double helixOf DNA strands It waits and prays andSays, “Here I am,” wheneverYou need me, I’m here
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Dear Kyeler
Dear Kyeler, Today, you turn two. I remember so clearly the day I met you in the NICU. You were just seven days old. I saw you fighting for breath, your eyes still fused together, in a corner isolette all by yourself. And I loved you. Every day in that hospital, we grew closer and […]
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On guilt & naps
A vague haze of guilt follows me around these days, not unlike the cloud of dust that perpetually surrounds Pigpen in the Peanuts comics. Let me explain. This morning the boys won’t stop crying after Josh leaves for work. I try all the usual tricks—reading their favorite books, plying them with Cheerios and apple juice, […]
A Continual Feast 