The Snow Angel, Part Eight

Instruments clattered. Latex gloves and masked faces loomed beyond the blur of Amber's squinted eyes. She groaned louder and deeper with each increasing, merciless cramp torquing her womb. Amber gripped the sweat drenched hospital sheet at her sides. Pain clenched her abdomen, searing through her entire body with horrific intensity. Every…

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Nurturing Spirit

Wrinkled baby feet and carriages adorn cards dedicated to "new moms." Friends and family members send these greetings to stuff¬†the¬†mailboxes of bleary-eyed mommas. The envelopes pile on the counter, for the most significant part of a mother's life wasn't delivered by post. The most significant aspect of mothering doesn't come in…

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