In soul of every newborn baby, words are waiting to be written.

For the newborn and wise, everything begins small.

If Mom is convinced that ballet lessons are a must, she shouldtake them.Although it may look odd to see a thirty-year old woman hang- ing onto a bar and flinging a slightly plump leg in...

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you’d recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen,...

[Magnus] held on to the boy, newborn in grave dirt and blood, and he wished that he had found him dead.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

A photograph of a disposable diaper floating in the arctic miles away from human habitat fueled my daily determination to save at least one disposable diaper from being used and created. One cloth diaper after...

On the edge of dreaming when the brain lets go, when it stops its scheming, our blood runs slow… Then the heart speaks clearly of the things it knows, things it brought so dearly at...

Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.

In the baby’s roomThe city lights areMilkyIn the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes

Nothing’s scarier than having a sick child, and one so newly born, and so vulnerable. It’s the worst thing for a parent.

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.