My baby and I are in a dance. I’m not actually the lead, she is. She offers me a cue, and I respond to what she needs. We move seamlessly...

My baby falls asleep I lay her down on her belly And a moment of panic kicks in How long do I have? Is this a cat nap? Or a longer...

Transitioning into more autonomy. Throughout this fourth trimester, Anaiya’s first three months in this world, we’ve mostly been skin to...

A poem. Storms roll in. The clouds fullness blocking the light of the sun. Behind these grey obstructions in the sky The sun waits,...