For most, if not all of my life, I’ve felt less than. That I don’t measure up, or if I do, I’m an imposter. Like, even if I have it all, I have nothing. If things are going really well, I assume it’ll be fleeting. Success, if it comes, seems like a clever hoax. When […]
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Motherhood and Writing Life
The first two weeks of motherhood I said aloud, “I don’t want to be a mother anymore,” on a daily basis. With a chronic illness zapping my already sleep deprived body, I longed to write and make art. Almost two years into motherhood, I sacrifice my writing and visual art on a regular basis. It’s […]
