In my mother’s houseI say my tummy hurtsand they bring me warm food. In my mother’s houseI am still a child. I am afraid to go home.
Author: Jenny
Forever fascinated with how every big thing is made of a million little things. Forever fascinated with how we create our world.
A Bad Mother
I am aware that this is not an original idea. I am aware that many women fear they are bad mothers.
Apparently, though, I didn’t expect myself to be one of them.
A Preliminary Report on Whether I Am Whimsical
So I decided to conduct an investigation. If I was whimsical, as my friend claimed, then evidence ought to exist.
Going Elsewhere
I can’t say my mental health has been repaired, but it did remind me how I got through my teenage darkness completely sober.
24 Things That Helped Me Get Through That Month
If I had 4 more, it would just be perfect, wouldn’t it?
What Feelings Are For
I have had mixed feelings about my feelings for as long as I can remember.
Calling Back 2025
“In twenty years,” I asked myself, “how could I remind myself of this year?”
Six Ways to Begin a Grief
I thought of many ways I could start this.
Here’s one:
Death circles me.
Borrowed Rituals
A solo bedtime routine with Sanpellegrino and The Summer I Turned Pretty, and a toddler-led blessing inspired by sitcom theology.
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