by Emily Wierenga | Feb 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
it happens as husband asks over fried fish, potatoes, “do you ever think babies speak in tongues?” (son singing to his fork, to his hand, to the sky)it happens as i lie in the bath of bubble, seeing nothing but poke of knee and womb, and i’m tracing... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
(lovely shannan martin of flower patch farmgirl is writing a novel–a novel!–and i asked the amazing mother of three to lend some insight on how she balances mama-hood with writing.)On Thanksgiving day, I had an epiphany. I used to remember exactly how it... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 23, 2011 | Uncategorized
for two years i didn’t let them hug me, and i would fall asleep hugging myself, and i’d hear mum sneak in late when she thought me dreaming, and she’d lie down beside me just so she could hold me and it felt so good, but i didn’t let her know,... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
there’s a certain kind of quiet that hides in sun on snow, wind on branch and bunny in armsa kind of quiet that becomes very sacred when it enters the citywe sit in the restaurant eating our fries, our quesadillas, and we’re on a date, staying the night in... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
night-light through the window splashing photo frames filled with faces and “it’s the first thing you see,” my sister says. “family.” she’s lying on a foamie wrapped in pajamas and we’re hearing the groan of night give way to...