It has been eight years missing my son born still and all too quiet on his due date.
Almost fourteen years have provedView full post »
This is the post for all the posts I never wrote about you. My other daughter. My Blessing.
You spent the majority ofView full post »
When you have lost, and lost, and lost again – you can’t do normal things that others do without aView full post »
There are many reasons for the silence. Many reasons not to open my mouth.
Noise, noise, noise all day long, but I fallView full post »
For every woman with empty arms and an aching heart in this season, I pray that she will feel a weeping Jesus near andView full post »
The moon travelled close to meet your arrival.
It loomed larger in the sky than any time in the past eightyView full post »
The wound remains.
Time has passed, is passing still, and I hold our long, awaited baby. The pain of the full-termView full post »
She feels so light in my arms.
What if I cannot hold on to her?
We buckle her into the carseat that is supposedView full post »
These first days after birth melt one into another, a beautiful fog.
She was born at 12:38pm. Tonight I don’t haveView full post »
The only place I marched today was to the grocery store and back home for my son’s thirteenth birthday party.
But IView full post »
For six years I have wondered if it’s cruel to put them through it all over again. When we began talkingView full post »
This time my breath is calm and my hair brushed. I could have turned and walked back out, this is no middle ofView full post »
It’s been seven years, and this time I’m not surprised, by the anniversary, by the march of time.
LosingView full post »
Sometimes I wake up and feel the stillness, I wonder if I’m empty again. I wait, trying just to breath whenView full post »
I have been quiet lately.
I have still taught my children, talked to acquaintances, worked, laughed and argued with myView full post »
We drove across the country and I shot a roll of film, and the photos were all a mess. Light leaks or maybe myView full post »
Before a year had passed, we moved from the house you died in .
Or maybe you died while I stood in the streetView full post »
It has been another year living this life where losing a child is reality. There was a time when I didn’t knowView full post »
He tells me “I’m Arthur King, and you’re mine princess.”
I have beenView full post »
“I am a mother of three boys so I spend much time with mud. I have become convinced they knowView full post »
“How do we learn to see in the dark? It begins with a vow of watchfulness. By standing still – weView full post »
I need for him to still carry weight four years after he left this earth. I long to look at him, to holdView full post »
The words come first this time.
I did not love my husband.
I toyed with the wording inside my mind, trying toView full post »
I remember easing into the car three times. My insides ripped raw, a new baby cradled next to me. I remember floatingView full post »
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