babies, grieving, love, mothering, pain, reflections, sex

on phantom pains from my uterus

It's been years—nearly a decade, really—since any rational thought to have another child has seemed worthy of consideration. At first (in my late 20s, early 30s, the years it might have been practical) the reasons tumbled like a snowball gaining both mass and momentum: I didn't want two under three or four or five; I… Continue reading on phantom pains from my uterus

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on being a non-custodial mother, saying good-bye at the airport

I promised myself I wouldn't cry when I saw him walking away from me down the gangway or whatever it is they call that tunnel that takes you from the airport and into the airplane. But the gate agent was a gruff Nigerian man who offered us only the briefest of moments — quick, say… Continue reading on being a non-custodial mother, saying good-bye at the airport