Standing in front of my dresser,
cozy in my pink pajamas,
flannel and fluffy and covered with owls.
What to wear today?
I hate my clothes. 206 more words
When nothing go’s wrong, nothing also go’s right. Life continues on a dull mundane path. Nothing exciting happens, but nothing dramatic happens either. I’m used to expecting that life will always go wrong, because when one little thing went wrong life finds a way to keep kicking you when you are down, but then it stops. 456 more words
Confession: When I was pregnant or trying to conceive, I hated hearing stories about pregnancy loss and stillbirth. It wasn’t just because I felt sad for the families involved (though I certainly did); I wanted to pretend that such losses didn’t happen to women like me — those who went for regular sonograms, took prenatal vitamins and avoided risky behavior. 86 more words