motherhood – Stephanie Ebert

A Psalm of Petition (a poem)

What I’m asking, the thing I seek, Is that you’d pitch a tent in my wilderness, please. Not the solid, brooding stone of Elijah’s cave. Not the haunting bird calls and thundering waterfalls Of David’s wild places. A space, a pause, Just a tent. And not the wilderness of solitude and temptation, But the oneContinue reading “A Psalm of Petition (a poem)”

Quiet is not quitting

I see the word “quiet” and laying on the page, it kind of looks like “quit”. If I stop, if I get quiet, what will happen? Will the algorithm spit me out and scrap me back to zero? Will I still be a writer, if I’m not producing 800 words a day? It’s hard, inContinue reading “Quiet is not quitting”

Making Space

Perhaps the strangest thing about motherhood, the part no one really told you, is how it takes up your space. How it hems you in. How you used to start a day with endless choices and opportunities, and suddenly your options are limited by a tiny human who wants to eat at certain times, orContinue reading “Making Space”