We walked into the tattoo shop with nervous excitement. Its mid-April 2011 and I’m in Boston visiting my friend Jenn. It has been four months since my ex and I broke up, and about three days since Jenn has been blindsided with a breakup from her ex of almost a decade. We’re taking a road trip from Boston to New York City and decide on a whim to get tattoos. Jenn calls up shop near Harvard that is able to take us and we both decide on a similar design. The word “Believe.”
Letters is a new series on Just a Trace where I will be writing out my feelings to the people in my life via letters. Each post in the letters series will contain a new letter on a new topic, and although these thoughts and feelings come from me, don’t be surprised if you can relate.
My daughter was due on November 29, 2015. As a nervous first time mom, I was convinced that she was going to decide to make her grand appearance earlier than expected. I had a rough pregnancy filled with morning sickness, complications and a number of unnecessary visits to the hospital with false labour…
Someone should have told me that becoming a parent means you instantly need more space on your phone. My phone’s photo roll is currently comprised of probably close to 500 pictures of my five-month-old daughter Bria.