THE POWER OF STORY TO HEAL Four years after my first miscarriage, I wrote this in a letter to my baby: “I’ve been reading journal entries and letters I wrote
At a huge women’s conference last year, I sat alone. Several friends sat together in a section above me, but I was in-and-out with seven-month-old Micah strapped to my back
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.
It’s still school holidays here in Australia so I’m not kissing my kids goodbye to school every morning quite yet, but when I do I cup their cheeks, look deeply into their
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
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.
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"?
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
It’s not an unusual scene: the kids are running through the house, chasing each other, playing tag, tackling, tickling. Friends are over and the girls have jumped in with
At 18 years old I packed a backpack and a journal (pre-internet and instagram) and landed in Germany with $1400 in my bank account—the measly insurance payout I received after