You were just a hope last October.
You were curled up inside me, dancing unseen, and your hiccups were myView full post »
Before I made this commitment to not raise my voice for one year, I was not living a life of congruence, and I stillView full post »
We were children and we were full of wonder.
We were seeking more than just ourselves and we were hurting.
It has beenView full post »
I help him pack his lunch, lay out his new uniform and tie his cap on tight. It is the first day for him to follow inView full post »
I held my newborn daughter, long awaited and hoped for after losing three precious babies and after growing threeView full post »
I had high hopes.
I cleaned off my laptop and organized my photo catalogs. I was going to blog this baby right,View full post »
The notification pops up in my email… A claim for an automobile accident on our insurance.
I was in aView full post »
When a babe is born, time alters.
We count it in days and then weeks instead of months and years.
There is eating andView full post »
I wait for the morning light to filter through the courtyard trees and into my room. At first just a glimmerView full post »
When our school has “Fancy Snazzy Dress Up Day” most of the kids wear fancy dresses, suits and ties.View 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 »
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 »
“Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called outView 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 »
In California every day is the same. Blue. Sunny.
When we moved here I was glad for that. I was so tired ofView 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 »
Every year they do Junior Lifeguard camp. Every year they become the next level of watermen. So proud of themView full post »
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