After my first miscarriage, I scoured the internet to find miscarriage stories. I needed to know my pain was valid, my grief was warranted, and that I wasn’t alone. I
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"?
He sat next to me at dinner. I had been cutting my youngest’s meat for him and didn’t notice Matthew* pull up his chair. We chit-chatted about the weather 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?
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
What is your relationship with words like? Mine is complicated. Always has been. Though there is no shortage of words in my head, I’d never be classified as a