A New Chapter

Posted: May 28, 2019 by Rachel

I don’t notice the color of my therapist’s new office during my first visit, but looking back on it now, I imagine it to be an unimaginative shade of beige.

Beige is boring. And entirely expected.

I can, however, recall the way her dark hair was pulled away from her face, and her kind eyes. I wonder if that’s a prerequisite to becoming a therapist; those eyes. The kind that can coax anything from you—the truth, perhaps. Certainly everything else, too.

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parents are funny

Posted: July 10, 2018

I called my parents in the middle of the day today, wanting to remind them about something. My mother answered the phone, her voice full of concern, as I’d just…

August 1

Posted: August 1, 2015

When we bought this chair I used to sit in it in the darkness of the freshly painted nursery, rubbing my seven month pregnant belly and wonder what it would…

A Messy Saturday

Posted: June 21, 2015

I was yelling. Dom was yelling. And DJ kept on crying, like he had been all day. Some days I can breathe deeply, consciously, and calm myself down. Some days…

On Adapting

Posted: February 5, 2015

Hey mamas, I see you over there, hiding in your closet to shed your tears in peace. I’ve been there. Many times, in fact. It’s so damn hard, isn’t it? …

04 / 52

Posted: January 31, 2015

 “A portrait of my son, once a week, every week in 2015“ DJ –  You are my everything, my sweet, darling, loveable boy. I’ll swallow these moments whole.