Deep breaths. I know—this is hard. Sometimes we see these days coming and the lead up is harder than the day itself. Sometimes it’s more sneaky and we didn’t realize
(Originally posted 12/2014) Long before Advent was highjacked by Pinterest to become one more reason to fill the month of December with frenzied Christmas countdown celebrations, my grandmother’s Norwegian
It’s time for me to level with you. Sometimes I find it hard to keep talking about grief and loss and miscarriage. I think to myself, “People will get so
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"?