Author: Abbigail Kriebs
-
THREE
Dear Arthur, You are three. The last time I wrote about you here, you were three months. I know it’s just a number, but the mirroring seems significant. When you were three months, I was drowning. Existing on four or five broken hours of sleep a night, nursing you and nursing you and never seeing…
-
Finishing on Sunday
Today would be my grandmother’s 100th birthday, but our family celebrated her life together a little earlier than planned at her funeral in October of this year. I began this essay in August of 2012 and have shaped and reshaped it over the years, never quite finishing it. It seemed about time to find it…
-
A Long Weekend in Quebec City
Hiii! It’s been a zillion years since I’ve written anything here (okay… it’s been since February) and, as usual, it’s because a lot has been happening in real life that means online life has had to take a back seat. In the third row. Maybe actually in a pull-behind trailer with a padlock, to be…