
The Price
The longer I am in it, the more I feel the size of what was given.
Letters on motherhood, beauty, creation, and the quiet transformation of becoming.
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The longer I am in it, the more I feel the size of what was given.

I did not know the developmental leaps existed. Then a book mapped them.

End of the fourth trimester.

On motherhood, immigration, and the brain at a hundred percent capacity

Week six

Motherhood, surrender, and the quiet understanding that love moves through us

Naomi arrived two weeks ago. Time doesn't flow anymore — it comes in small pieces, and we are learning to live inside them.

Notes from the first week of motherhood — where healing is slow, nights feel psychedelic, and everything is sacred.

On oil, hands, and the women before me

A birth story about surrender, ego dissolving, and the moment motherhood began.