Babyloss: A Fairytale
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We are the outcomes they used to chide us for worrying about. Witches and 13th fairies. Shadows in the night. Medusas. Outcasts…The 1 in 160, the one in a million.
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Gone home
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The snail carries its home on its back and keeps growing that home as it needs to, though I like to imagine it can, like a hermit crab, discard one home for another when the first just won’t do. A falling star, like the one I saw above the mountains on the night you left us, shoots off into the atmosphere and burns itself off. Where have you gone, little one? Where did you find to make your home, alone, in the wilds, without me?
Read MoreDates
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If this was my reality, I wouldn’t need to remember the dates when our medical team failed her, the dates I used to punish myself for not knowing she needed me most and demanded more from the medical staff. If this was my reality those dates would have fallen out of the palm of my hand the moment she was born alive as new dates filled my mind.
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Threads of sorrow, threads of hope
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And so I folded back the meticulously knitted arms – barely bigger than my thumb – and tucked under the hood with the twin minute functional drawstrings. And I gingerly placed that little woolen packet of broken-hearted yearning in a barren drawer in our vacant nursery, praying I’d have reason, someday, to take it out again.
Read MoreDropping in
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The thing about skateboarding is, you can master almost any trick with a combination of repetition and fearlessness. Having nothing to lose is also a good substitute for fearlessness. Or maybe it’s the same thing.
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