The Journey

a poetic exploration of postpartum electric shocks shoot fiercely through my breasts I’d massage them but my hands are caked in peanut butter and cracker salt a late-night habit formed out of fear of smothering my child beneath my weight at the only time I find joy in nurturing from my own body an experience I yearned for dreamed of labeled a nuisance by jealous voices whose opinions are never silent rushers, of a sacred process pure intimacy a moment for just two souls

Yesterday, I gave up around 3 p.m. As soon as I woke up, I knew it was going to be a fight. I knew it the moment I went to use the downstairs bathroom and the toilet seat snapped off the hinge. One of my kiddos crawled into my bed to cuddle, which can only mean one thing with this one: his bed was wet. I got up to strip the sheets and throw them in the laundry. Figured I’d get a jump-start on the day. The laundry from last night had never drained. Drain and rinse cycle initia

PMDD cycles can feel all-encompassing. Before I started going into remission (I'm still on this journey), my symptoms felt like living under a shadow—an impossibly dense cloud that refused to lift until my period finally saved me. Back then, I wasn't myself during PMDD. Not even a little bit. Every month, it felt like I was descending into the Underworld, an abyss I had to survive long enough to find my way back to reality. The only person who could rescue me was myself—a sub

For years, I thought I lacked discipline. Every time I started making progress with my writing, I'd eventually lose momentum, fall into motherhood chaos, let financial worries take over, criticize myself for falling behind, and convince myself I wasn't cut out to be a writer. What I didn't realize was that I wasn't failing—I was repeating the same toxic creative cycle as a mom writer over and over again. Breaking that cycle didn't happen overnight. It took self-awareness, hon

Resting in the winter is foreign to me. Yet here I go, trying something new in 2025. So far, I love it.

Are you a mom who writes? Do you find it hard to do anything productive with your personal projects in the summer? Is it safe to say that...