Liminal Space Club

Almost four months. Christmas lights installed and then put away, train rides from the north to south, snow and rain and sun and wind. Time passes, you grow, we live. Nights growing longer and sleep getting deeper, smiles in the bathtub, cries and tantrums, books being read. Emergency room trips and bandages and tears. Us…

This is where dreams are made. In the early morning – at 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am. In a separate room from your husband, the lamp on all night. Baby against your breast. You absorbing the strange sounds she makes in her sleep. Dreams are made when you’re wishing that you too could sleep. The tiredness…

Scene: Pushing Lila’s stroller one cold autumn day, on the way to see the pediatricianLila: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!Translation: Dammit! I was sleeping! And now I’m cold! I hate my stupid stroller! What’s with all the cobblestones? Ouch! I said, careful!Decibel level: 85dB (comparable to noise of city traffic from inside a car) Scene: Lying on the doctor’s table while doctor and mother…

It always was, from the very start, something very abstract. A concept. A mirage. Something that makes you go, “I can’t say for sure, but it’s probably in there…” Suddenly, I look down and instead of seeing my legs I see only the tips of my feet and my belly button pushing its way out.…