We dreamed large mouth-watering dreams tonight.
He and I,
Under the muse of the Gillian Welch and candlelight.
With baby squeals and dog begs,
We thought aloud.
There’s been so much abasing
Could we even remember how to abound?
A full body tattoo of abasement,
Surely we’re almost done?
Probably not. Hopefully so.
God is a pilot
circling the runway
While you stare down
at the city of your dreams
pleading to land.
I’m no cook. It’s true. I’m not. Cooking and baking for that matter are not anywhere on my top ten list of life’s favorite activities. There are a few things to blame for this.
First, you should know, I am the youngest of three, with an older brother and sister. By the time my sister was 12 she towered over me at 5.11′. Meanwhile, I was a feeble 4.9′ and just 18 months younger than her (people, genetics are unfair). My height did allow me several advantages, though. It was a hassle to have me in the kitchen; I could not reach the cupboards and I needed a step stool to work on the stove. Since Alysa was so darn tall, and just so interested in the domestic arts she got the long end of the stick and I got the short end. It didn’t matter to me anyway, I preferred hanging out in the yard turning over rocks and pouring salt on slugs – the salt that Alysa would hand to me from the cupboard beyond my reach. Continue reading
“I think I have scurvy,” I tell Peter.
He looks at me sideways, not quite sure what to say. Then asks me if I’m a pirate.
“Very funny! You don’t understand. I have this rash that will not go away on my legs and near my collar bone. And I think it’s because I have a vitamin C deficiency. Probably because I haven’t been eating enough fruits and vegetables.”
“Uh, oh.”
“I blame all that cheap a** frozen pizza you’ve been making.” Continue reading
Lets, be honest, I can barely remember much here, beyond the highlights of you know, having a child, so thanks to Facebook, I’ve gone back over the past year and made note of my most interesting updates and will add, ad nauseum, any other details necessary. Continue reading
I am Joy, a happily married mother of two waterbirthed babies. I am a doula and a Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, who worked as a midwife's assistant at a freestanding birth center in TX. As of 2015, I'm a full-time nursing student who teaches childbirth classes at Park Ridge Health, The Baby Place, in Hendersonville, NC. I love serving laboring moms and I enjoy teaching birth education. I use this blog to write about it all - my life, my children, and my passion of all things childbirth.
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