Good Enough

I am a mother. Telling people this still makes me nervous, and my son is six years old now. I had him at nineteen. He lives with my mum. He stays with me one night a week. I’m not with his dad anymore, and have no input on his seeing or not seeing his dad. … More Good Enough

The All Nighter

I’m sitting here contemplating another night without sleep. Self-flagellation or pain avoidance I can’t tell. I tell myself if I stay up it’s longer until I have to go to work. If I go to bed now I blink and it’s time to walk in the cold and dark to another 14 hour shift. I … More The All Nighter