"On this day, I labored my son Sam, his body tense in the grip of my blistered womb, contracting."

"Depression is that song on repeat: the melody is always recognizable but chords and timing change when fatigue sets in."

"What I didn’t understand then, but realize now, is that he was willing to drive into an active terrorist attack to get me there."

"A younger version of myself would’ve yearned to speak, because my love was loud."

"I amassed a debt of sleep and a debt of grief. "

“Jack-a-loved-her.”