I’ve wrestled with whether or not to write this post for 29 days. Part of my recovery is honesty, but the voice in my head says “what will they think?” Will they think I’m an unfit mother? Hiding wine bottles in the back of my closet or a shot of Baileys in my coffee mug?… Continue reading
Emotions sweep through me like a hot blast of wind. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of my children’s touch. Their milky skin is as soft as Egyptian cotton. Their sweet smelling scalps still my mind. My children. Pieces of my body melded with my husband’s to bring forth these precious lives. How do I become… Continue reading
Our blood is alphabet soup. Poured from the same vessel. Symbols glommed together that mean nothing, until properly arranged. These letters, my loves, mean we’re bound by blood. A recipe of hormones and genetic trails. A history of cysts and eyes blue like a glacier stream. For now, our formulas lay contained in little baggies… Continue reading
An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.