August 2018

The Mother Side / 2018 / August

My hands crumpled together. Fingers heavy in my palm, twisted together in misery and emptiness.  I stared across the doctor’s office.  My eyes burnt with tears, blurring the figures in front of me.  I searched my mind for an answer, for a feeling, for anything that would stop the wave of uselessness and unease.  I craned my neck and searched in hope for the face of my husband, who stood by me.  His hand lay heavy on my shoulder, grounding me to that moment. Looking into his eyes I let go of my last shred...