by Alison Stone

Blood test. Doctor on the phone. The cold. Emily’s zero at the bone. That cold. The child forced to choose&emdash;which parent to become, which to betray. Two paths. One cold. My heart&emdash;eight ounces of muscle holding maiden eagerness. A mother’s grief. Crone cold. Community. Connection. Love. Still, at the end, private pain. Our own cold. Wolves’ howl for the forest, logged to stumps. Their … Continue Reading ››