Author Archives: Marc

Child, It has been many days since I've written and I am sorry for that lapse. I read to your belly home and touch-feel for you everyday, but still, I have neglected a precious strand. These words represent a special … Continue reading →

Child, Your Mom fiercely defends the robin's nest outside our back door. Cats prowl our neighborhood by the hundreds and treat our back step like stadium seating for the baby bird snack show. Or they used to, until your Mom, … Continue reading →

Child, Tonight I felt you move for the first time. We laid in bed and I read Charlotte's Web to you and your Mom. She told me you were moving around and so I pressed my hand against your belly … Continue reading →

Child, You are freshly returned from your first international travels. You flew in cramped jet liners, rode in rattling buses and motored around in a sturdy water taxi. Did you feel the movement? Does that movement run in your blood … Continue reading →

Child, There are more pictures in sound. Your strong bones glow white and your kidneys are pitch black spots, as they should be. We see your cerebellum and are happy to discover that it's healthy growing. We count your fingers. … Continue reading →

Child, A picture of the orange moon you call home. Your Mom said you were moving like the ocean in there when I took this picture. pa-

Child, Again we hear your heart beating. Last time it was a wonderful, nervous sound. This time it is steady pounding. Your heart is strong and true. “There he is,” I announced at the first echo. My sincere apologies if … Continue reading →