Strength and dignity—she is tender, she is fierce One woman every minute dies in childbirth*. I am not her. You’re not either. But every “her” has a name. She’s built with strength and dignity. She’s woven together by the Creative One—all beauty and resiliency, determination and vulnerability. She is tender;
(Originally published on May 10, 2014) To be entirely honest, I miss the “innocence” of Mother’s Day that I used to know. I’m all too aware that not all women fit neatly into the “Mother Box”, and that for some, Mother’s Day is incredibly hard – a time of mourning even.
When I saw with my own eyes a woman giving birth in the mud in Papua New Guinea it changed me. I knew the statistics—that one woman dies in childbirth every moment—but I didn’t know their names. Knowing her name, Bokoro, altered everything for me. Related: Read Bokoro’s story (photos taken
She was at my door trying to sell me one of those dinner box services. Believe me, I would sign up if we could afford such things. Brilliant concept. With a baby on my hip and a polite “no thank you” on my lips, she turned the conversation to
Dear Scarlett, It’s been four years since I was wheeled down the hallway under obnoxious fluorescent lighting by the insensitive surgeon and the nurse with kind eyes. I was thankful to be put under for the procedure, like a child pinching her nose to take a dreaded bite of peas.
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Spoiler alert: I’m having a book baby, not a Booker baby. Those two little letters—“er”—make a big difference! And this story I’m about to tell? It’s about (and for) YOU. There was a time when I raced to pound my thoughts into a Word document between too-short naptimes and
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Is the season you're in the one you long for? What does it mean to live well, embracing desire while not despising your "now"?
