I quickly, swiftly, reach in, pluck out, and peer into the mirror. ‘I am still here.’ I am in the glass, in this moment. After this moment, I may not be here; I may be...

The birth of a child is supernatural spiritual event.

MY MOTHER GETS DRESSEDIt is impossible for my mother to do eventhe simplest things for herself anymoreso we do it together,get her dressed.I choose the clothes withoutzippers or buckles or straps,clothes that are simplebut elegant,...

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for...

Don’t even try making out I’m making this up. I’ve got proof. Evidence.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.