Everything Here Is Beautiful

by Mira T. Lee

“Postpartum depression,” she said. She was proud to use these words. “How would you know?” I asked. “She has a hole inside her. Gigante. Where the baby used to be. Boom, bam.” She clapped loudly. “You think a body can take this, like it’s nothing? How can a woman be fine like this?”

Miranda Bok struggling,

Why is she truggling with this? Its pscy 101 ans surely covered in her many pAmphlets

Always calm, always rational. Sometimes she wished he’d stop it, and just be on her side.

She had recruited one of the OCDs to set the table.

People think of home as a single fixed place, but when I went traveling, I found the community of extended family I’d never had. Later, I learned there’s a Spanish word for this: querencia. It refers to that place in the ring where a bull feels strongest, safest, where it returns again and again to renew its strength. It’s the place we’re most comfortable, where we know who we are—where we feel our most authentic selves.