Click Bait • by Rebecca Morris 1

Hamilton Arts & Letters It was only a few months after Saxon was born and I was still adjusting to motherhood. Nights of exhausted, apocalyptic solitude, alone in the dark with a baby who wouldn't stop crying. Blurry repetitive days in our High Park apartment spent feeding and changing and rocking and shushing and washing Saxon. Of course I loved him, utterly, helplessly, but it was a love like quicksand, sucking me under.             "Quicksand doesn't really do that," said Robbie, squeezing my hand. "You'd reach an equilibrium and start floating. This'll be the same."             One of my Facebook friends sent me the link to a blog, along with a message: Her kid's got the same name as yours.  [  >>>>>  FORWARD ]   + [Distillate © HA&L + Rebecca Morris {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]