Stories of a Life

In the story of my life, there is before giving birth - and after. A tectonic shift so great it swallowed me whole and what - or rather, who - resurfaced is entirely new.

But then, in the aftermath of this Great Awakening, my mother died. And I am new once again, for this great life passage — no matter the circumstance, will leave you raw.

The final cutting of the cord of the one who gave you life.

In the wake of her death, I found myself desperate for understanding. I was left with so many more questions than answers and I needed to process so much. I began to untangle the roots in the best way I know how - by creating.

When Romeo was born, I joined a writing group that changed my life, and I haven’t been able to stop ever since. Within the pages of my words, I find true north, and answers to what I seek.

So one especially dark day, somehow my fingers found the light of the keyboard and began to type, and within one night, I built this space — Stories of a Life, and within it, a home for my words. I realized I needed a soft landing for my writing beyond squares or algorithms or results, and being hurled into the raw edges of grief knocked procrastination right out of me.

In the pages of this place, I will come against the edges of my own story, rooting myself deeper into the truth of my experience. I will explore nuances of motherhood as I experience it, both as a daughter losing her mother and as a new mother herself. And perhaps occasionally simpler musings on life, too.

Through the writing here, I will root myself deeper into the truth of my own story, and my hope is that it invites you to do the same. 

Thank you for being here, - Liz