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MOB
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MOB

I remember a small 1960’s green book my mother kept with her cookbooks.  The writing inside was my grandmother’s and the ink was blue.  The book was only partially filled and it came out at holidays, grandmother’s pumpkin pie recipe was the one I recall seeing most often. I loved that book, and the idea … Continue reading

Transitions
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Transitions

There are three “stages” of labor. The second part, the part where your cervix dilates and you push and the baby is born, that part is called “transition”. I find it very fitting that the part of labor where the entire world for the child and mother changes is called “transition”. After this part of … Continue reading

Her Hands
Day to Day / Gardening

Her Hands

Her hands, tan from the sun, were wrinkled and rough, nails cut short and not a hint of polish. The hands of a gardener, stained dark with the rich humus of the Northwest. Leathery callouses between thumb and forefinger forged by her pruning shears. My mother didn’t like gloves, “Can’t feel what I need too.” … Continue reading

Blessing or Curse
Day to Day

Blessing or Curse

A deep sigh emerged along with its synchronized eye roll.  An all too familiar and automatic response – truthfully, a well honed self-protective reaction to hurt since childhood.  The air was NOT filled with, “You idiot!”  or sentences marked with harsh expletives.  No words were needed.  I had just cursed my husband. Did I just … Continue reading