Today I can drop my shoulders and exhale, unhurried and able to stare out the window of this coffee shop or at the dainty cinnamon swirls in my miel. A long weekend of sunshine and water healed the last of my unsutured wounds. Somehow I’d forgotten what’s needed to grow and how inevitable it is,Continue reading “Surfacing, Or What Letting Go Feels Like”
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Sacrificed
We’re going to put you up for adoption to find someone who wants a baby…because that someone is not me. The words felt ugly and untrue as soon as I’d uttered them. But it approached midnight after I’d woken at 3:30 a.m. to a five hour stretch of Finn not falling back to sleep andContinue reading “Sacrificed”
Gabrielle Koontz 