Dear Husband & Father of Our Child, Thank you for stopping by the grocery store on this cold, drizzly morning to pick up bread and milk. Our cupboards need refilling so much more frequently these days, and the kid isn't even eating solid foods yet! And thank you for swinging…
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Audrey Camp
Audrey Camp is an American writer living in Oslo, Norway with her husband and daughter. Her work has appeared in a variety of literary magazines and anthologies.
Cracks in the Heart
In one of the least explicable parts of early motherhood, I find that, after battling to get her down for yet another nap, and finally finding some peace and alone time, I spend some measurable amount of that priceless time flipping through photos and videos of the kid sleeping in…
This, Her 100th Day
Today marks our little Hazelnut's 100th day on the planet. In honor of that, and in honor of the super-sized crush I've got on my kid, I thought I'd list one hundred things I love about the fact of her. A little sappy, I'll admit. Don't care. I'm too sleepy…
Before Words
On the floor, she kicks and kicks and looks at me and kicks some more, softly and firmly, so that I might expect little grunts of effort --like a piglet or a tennis player-- but she is silent. I lift her to me, glad at the breadth of her abiding…
Dear Mom of a Crying Newborn
Dear Mom of the Crying Newborn who lives on my street: Yes, I hear her. But I also hear you, moving in the darkness of that room alone. Or maybe with a boyfriend or husband or partner. But still, mostly alone. You are trying everything you know how to do,…
Three Little Things
Those first four weeks after bringing the Hazelnut home from the hospital were some of the most overwhelming of my life. Scratch that. They were THE most overwhelming of my life. Exhausted, confused, desperate, frustrated, fearful, and utterly clueless about how to manage life with a newborn. I became the…
Here we are.
This morning I shuffled to the Moses basket-style bassinet in our bedroom, pulled back the hood and looked down into it, my eyes still taut with sleep, and looked into the face of my daughter. It is a face I already know better than my own. Round as an apple.…
Lump of Clay
Especially as I watch events unfold like the university massacre in Kenya--where 150 Christian students were executed for their beliefs by members of a terrorist group pretending to be acting in line with Islam--I begin to think religion is the bane of our world. When a father tosses his child…