I’m excited to share my latest publication, Loupe, which appears in The Feminine Collective. I have no idea what genre it is. Nonfiction prose poem? Creative flash nonfiction? I’m coming up empty. (Ah, labels. We press them onto everything, striving for some sort of understanding. And so we often miss the point - that it is not in the name of the thing, it is in the thing itself, where meaning lies. )
Thoughts, comments, and effusive praise are all welcome! :)
P.S. Check out the magazine and its founder - it is a fun history.
The way you define motherhood in this piece maybe more keenly felt by those of us who lost our mothers early. Having a special needs child drives it home even more for me. While I'm generally not prone to excessive anxiety, the thought of how I prepare Sawyer for life without me terrifies me.