• The Lovelies — Adriel Booker's online community

    Welcome, Lovelies (Yes, this is for YOU!)


    We've been thinking that it's time to put the "social" back into social media in the best possible way... and that's how The Lovelies was formed. We're a community of women empowering women, created with YOU in mind.

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  • Adriel Booker Micah Booker birth photography vbac waterbirth

    Meet Micah, my beautiful son


    I have so many things I wish I could share right now about having my son, but the words haven’t formed easily; they’re still hovering over the deep, and there’s time. I am grateful and my heart is very, very full. For now, I’d like to introduce you to our

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  • Adriel Booker 38 weeks pregnant rainbow baby belly kiss

    Rainbow baby


    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 them. Three of them never took a breath as we know it. This pregnancy has been fraught with difficulty for

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  • 32 weeks pregnant after miscarriage

    Sinking deep (and thoughts on pregnancy after miscarriage)


    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 have finally found the crack to pour out of. No, gush out of. Is it my hormones? Probably. Is it the diminishing

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  • Survey: Miscarriage, Stillbirth, Infertility, Loss, and Faith

    Have you experienced miscarriage?


    Have you experienced miscarriage or another form of baby loss? If so, I’d be deeply grateful if you’d take the time to fill out this online survey as I research for my upcoming book. (I’m interested in hearing from you if you’ve experienced infertility or elective termination as well.) I want

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  • Charity is sharing your table

    Dinner with Jesus (and the notion of “charity”)


    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 the football and the warm meal being served up by the community kitchen. There was a glint in his eye

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