Hanna Taylor

Joined January 2021

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Live and be weird.

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Motherhood and Grief: A Mirror
The space in which you exist that is your life-after-giving-birth, I've learned, is really a lot like living in grief. But no one tells you that. Maybe most don't even see it. Or maybe it just sounds ungrateful or sad, or too confusing to say out loud. I don't mean that it is like grief in the way that we feel, but rather it mirrors grief in the way other people treat us, as mothers to infants.
By Hanna Taylor2 years ago in Families
Pulling the Mask off
No one told us adulthood was a trap. If you've ever woken up one day and asked yourself "who the heck am I?" then you'll understand what I'm about to say.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Humans
Caged
We give up our time working so we can buy more. Round and round we go.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Arriving
To the girl I was- I promise it gets better. I’ll wait for you here.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Grief
When I heard the news everything else disappeared. My heart stopped with yours.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Morning
Dew shines on the grass. A light breeze rocks my porch swing. Everyone else sleeps.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Poets
You
In my dreams with you a moment lasts forever. Please don’t wake me up.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Lost in an Empty Room
Your joy is a slap in the face of my despair. Please don’t smile at me. While others rest I cry until I cannot see.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Can Giving Yourself Compliments Boost Motivation?
Wouldn’t it be nice if the only thing standing between you and endless motivation was saying nice things to yourself? That was the question I was pondering when I started down the rabbit hole of articles on the science behind praise and compliments.
By Hanna Taylor4 years ago in Motivation
My Friends, The Marigolds
I always visit the marigolds when I feel like this. When my mood is darker than the dirt below my feet, the marigolds are like tiny little suns, scaring away the rain clouds in my head.
By Hanna Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
There’s a Lion in My Barn
There’s a lion in my barn, that’s what I tell the bullies. They tease me for my muddy shoes, and for the freckles on my nose. They tease me for my chubby cheeks, and for all of my old clothes.
By Hanna Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
An Open Letter to Anyone Who Loves a New Mom
When you’re tempted to push them into the space of who they’ve always been… Remind yourself that change is part of the beauty and evolution of life. Remind yourself to embrace who they are in this moment. Remember that life is not linear but rather goes in cycles. Seasons.
By Hanna Taylor5 years ago in Poets