A new mama weaves wild wishes for her freshly hatched baby girl.
Tag: Baby
My Inner Outtie
She moves! A Galilean proclamation. For two days I walked too fast and too much, and she moved too little. Now, as I settle on the couch into my own fetal curl, I watch her as she purrs. Gallops, really: tumbles, whorls, leaps and dives like a porpoise. Sometimes she will push outward slowly toward my fingers, …
Writing the Wild 