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 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 »
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 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 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 »
Sometimes I wake up and feel the stillness, I wonder if I’m empty again. I wait, trying just to breath whenView full post »
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