Monthly Archives: July 2016

Madame Ripple’s Timepieces – Part II

Another guard sits in his high tower like an angry demigod looking over his creation. A few women and children in their blue and white striped uniforms and shaved heads stare vacantly at us. Their eyes are like little broken windows. These children have probably seen more horrors in their tiny lifetimes than I’ve seen in my entire life.

Madame Ripple’s Timepieces

This place is dark, not literally. It must be around 10 in the morning, but the city is as quiet as a cemetery at night. It sucks the air out of me. This seems like a place where where happiness comes to die. The air hangs thick, as if the sky was filled with viscous tar. I see barbed wire everywhere. The staccato clomping of combat boots is probably the only heartbeat this place has.

The Best Parenting Advice I’ve Ever Received!

July 2013 – I was drowning. Under information I had not pinned on Pinterest. I was having problems breastfeeding. Postpartum depression was driving me and everyone around me up the wall. My manager had already e-mailed to check when I would be coming back to work and I was terrified, even at the thought of getting back to work.