by Emily Wierenga | Aug 14, 2013 | #imperfectprose, envy, hope, jealousy, loss, miscarriage, mourning, pregnancy, rejoicing, womanhood
She’s my youngest sister and I’m standing in her house in Calgary, one of the homes that didn’t get flooded and we’re making pizza. I’ve pulled and prodded the dough and she’s slathering spaghetti sauce and shaved mozzarella cheese.We were pregnant at the same time,...