On taking away what really isn’t mine
Look at the clock.
I’ve been lying here for 45 minutes trying to stop the wheels from spinning, the panic from setting in. The images from cascading.
Her saying as I’m tucking her in, "I want to go to F’s house, Mama." And I smile and say, "In the morning, Love."
Her standing on the back of the [...]
On being a nurse, badly
Isobel woke up this morning at 5:30am.
I brought her to my bed to lie down with me, something I’ve been willing to do for the last week a couple of times since she typically will fall back asleep for an hour and then ask to go back in her own crib.
Today was not a day [...]
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