What Your Mama Wishes

A new mama weaves wild wishes for her freshly hatched baby girl.

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, …

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