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Counting My Blessings Like Sheep & Spiraling
When I was first pregnant with my son I was so scared of the joy. That wrestling with joy would continue into those early years as I soaked up the light and happiness of motherhood. I was not accustomed to such lightness having experienced the deep pain of infertility for years. About nine months postpartum… Continue reading
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Don’t Take Me Back – the painful side of social media’s 2016 trend
2016 is trending;but it’s the year that markedthe years to comeof lifewithout a babythe year I didnt knowthat I would startto die. 2016 is trending;it’d be a long and painfulburialmonth by monthby month bymonth—this is what it’s liketo diewhen you arestill alive. (But are you?) I can’t get backthere.Nor do I want to—do not take meback.… Continue reading
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What Dreams Are Made Of – a poem for turning 31
Like everyone who ever turns 30 and then 31 and then 32, you realize how un-old that actually turns out to be. Of course, there is the reality of getting older and I think you become more generally and practically aware of your humanity and that you won’t be young forever. I’ve also discovered those… Continue reading
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The Audacity – a poem for winter nights
The following is one of the few poems I wrote in the fall when I was finalizing Carol of the Mourning Dove and sharing it with the world. While it was a poem inspired by my sunflowers in the autumn, I think it is quite a fitting dare and resolution for these winter nights. I… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 