Recently, I encountered a word that I’d never heard before. There really is power in words. In naming a thing. There I was walking around the last nineteen months of motherhood in a perpetual, disorienting fog. I tried my hand at describing it: exhaustion, isolation, loneliness.
Matrescence
Matrescence
Matrescence
Recently, I encountered a word that I’d never heard before. There really is power in words. In naming a thing. There I was walking around the last nineteen months of motherhood in a perpetual, disorienting fog. I tried my hand at describing it: exhaustion, isolation, loneliness.