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D.M. Ditson
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May 2019
The baby in my pocket
My baby died four weeks ago. She died as she was born. She died because it was the outcome I chose for her, and I'm still trying to make sense of the horror where a mother has to choose between making her child suffer an...
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Wide Open
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published
2019
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4 editions
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“Months ago I shared my secrets with him and recognized the tenderness in his voice like I'd only given him more to love. Like a diamond that's been cut and now all its edges gleam.”
― Wide Open
― Wide Open
“It passes away like the end of a day, like a toddler’s first goldfish, like a leaf in the autumn, like grandparents, like fruit flies, like memories, like a flower that’s been picked, like childhood and youth, like Ozymandias, like a worm that gets eaten by a bird that gets caught by a cat that gets hit by a car, like starving children across the world, like everything.
The days weave together, a million tiny moments that I despise or savour or simply notice one at a time as I fall deeper and deeper into silence and into God, which is just another word for Love.”
― Wide Open
The days weave together, a million tiny moments that I despise or savour or simply notice one at a time as I fall deeper and deeper into silence and into God, which is just another word for Love.”
― Wide Open
“These lilies are a sacrifice, a savagery, another death needed to remember that which is no more.”
― Wide Open
― Wide Open
“Months ago I shared my secrets with him and recognized the tenderness in his voice like I'd only given him more to love. Like a diamond that's been cut and now all its edges gleam.”
― Wide Open
― Wide Open
“These lilies are a sacrifice, a savagery, another death needed to remember that which is no more.”
― Wide Open
― Wide Open
“It passes away like the end of a day, like a toddler’s first goldfish, like a leaf in the autumn, like grandparents, like fruit flies, like memories, like a flower that’s been picked, like childhood and youth, like Ozymandias, like a worm that gets eaten by a bird that gets caught by a cat that gets hit by a car, like starving children across the world, like everything.
The days weave together, a million tiny moments that I despise or savour or simply notice one at a time as I fall deeper and deeper into silence and into God, which is just another word for Love.”
― Wide Open
The days weave together, a million tiny moments that I despise or savour or simply notice one at a time as I fall deeper and deeper into silence and into God, which is just another word for Love.”
― Wide Open
