Night Two is a doozy. The first night, babies’ tummies are still full of amniotic fluid so they rarely exhibit hunger until the second night.
…it is a quiet gift hard to describe when you are permitted to be in the presence of as naked an emotion as grief and be allowed to document it.
It was a deliberate exercise in counting one’s blessings while in the throes of the deepest grief a human can suffer.
to have a stranger’s door open, her mouth open, her broken heart open, her secrets shared, her soul laid a bit bare…
It’s been, since time immemorial, the place from which most everything begins…