This is part of a series called Letters to a Grieving Mom to help women navigate significant milestones after miscarriage and pregnancy loss. Mother’s Day. It’s hard isn’t it? I
Years ago as a brand new mom to a little boy I couldn’t possibly love more I had my first experience with the kind of anger that scared me. I
When you are suffering you don’t need an expert. You certainly don’t need false promises that XYZ will make things better. You just need a companion. And you need hope.
Guest post by Maria Furlough, author of Breaking the Fear Cycle: How to Find Peace for Your Anxious Heart “Fear is a liar. Fear left out the best parts of
Guest post by Chandler Jo Santiago It’s Friday, so we are dreaming of the beach while she gets a chemo infusion. Allora reminds me regularly that she does not have
(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
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
I’m due with my sixth baby any day now, but there are only three car seats fitted into our car. Three of our babies have died before we ever held
At thirty-four weeks pregnant I’ve now reached the stage where pretty much anything can spark tears. It’s like all the tears from eight months of pregnancy have been stored up and
How many times have you decided you don’t belong because of some internal framework you’ve set up to determine when you’re worthy or unworthy, qualified or not?
Dear Baby, Your name is Oliver David Booker and you were born far too soon. I want you to know how we longed for you and waited for you and