3 Poems & an induction to paid subscriber content!
(In which a writer nervously ascribes financial worth to her writing)
For a while now I’ve been edging away from Social Media - posting fewer words, curating fewer photos, and trying, in general, to be more present in my own small neighborhood. Still, over the past however-many years, I’ve invested a lot of time crafting words I care about over on those platforms, and like a true millennial, I don’t have them backed up anywhere else. Here’s where the paywall is kicking in! I’ll slowly be adding my more beloved posts onto Substack for paying subscribers only, deleting them from Instagram as I go.
I would be honored to have you as a paying subscriber! It would bless our fam and definitely create more time for me to write (oh hello, occasional weekday coffee shop writing sesh!).
So here we go. (Ope. Hold on. Just gotta say that this feels like a Very Big Step. Ascribing any kind of financial worth to my writing makes my insides feel a little like strawberry jam; we just made our first batch and it didn’t really set, even though I did follow the instructions on the back of the pectin box very carefully. So you understand my consternation - both then and now. Deep breaths and get it together, writer!) Alright, for real this time. Without further ado, three poems about motherhood: the beauty and the pain, and the willing way we give ourselves - heart and soul - to these precious kiddos . . .
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