Something strange happens to you when you cross that threshold from ‘woman’ to ‘mother’. Time becomes elastic, thoughts become deafening, nights fill with waking while days fill with sleep, and sleep becomes an endless battle. There is a loneliness felt deep in your bones when you’re awake and feeding your young at 3am, the world around you still and quiet. It’s a moment in time that is hard to touch with stories and fiction. Brief yet endless. My son is now four and his baby […]
Salty Dog
Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder