She’s growing fingernails! Look at her tiny hands! She’s holding up her own bottle! She’s learned to wave! She is brilliant at handwriting. She keeps doodling on her hands. She isn’t great with using her fingers to count. She can tie her shoelaces! She’s huddled up in...

I slide the knife down my chest and tear myself apart I see an unborn fetus another version of myself full of innocence and no doubts I see them content and peaceful a version of myself who is okay with themselves A version who accepts who they...