• Unashamed

    August 31, 2015

    You’ve probably seen them by now. Artist and poet Rupi Kaur posted a photo series of herself and her sister in various poses, with their periods. In one, a girl is lying in bed with her back to the camera, with a small amount of blood leaking through her pants and onto the bed sheets.…

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  • On Going Back to Work

    August 27, 2015

    I think I made it three hours that first day back. Three hours of avoiding my co-workers, of impotently staring at that same email, and — a few times — of finding the least embarrassing location to break down and sob at the sheer, aching depth of our loss contrasted with the banality of what…

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  • The Picture That Will Never Be

    August 25, 2015

    It’s a benign enough request… “Please bring a family picture for our family tree.” Yet, for me, and I’m guessing far too many others like me, it’s a request that stabs my heart. I don’t have a complete family picture to send in with my son. My son’s brothers died. One before him; one after…

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  • Remember Me

    August 24, 2015

    One of the hardest things about losing a child is the pull of time. Time will always move forward, while your child is frozen in time. It’s hard not feeling guilty about moving forward, growing older and living life. One of my greatest fears after Aurora died was that she would be quickly forgotten. No…

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  • The Missing

    August 20, 2015

    There is a place that most of the time is masked as I walk through my days. I call it “The Missing.” Something can sweep passed me and unmask the covering over that tender spot in my heart…the spot of missing. And the ache will wash over me anew…the ache of missing the one who…

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  • A Life That’s Not Fair

    August 19, 2015

    He would be starting first grade this year. I’d know what superhero he’d love and if he liked t-ball and soccer as much as his twin brother. In just a few short days it will be six years since I held him for the very first and very last time. His death was peaceful, and…

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  • Homesick

    August 18, 2015

    Then… 2009 I miss the way my home used to be. I’m homesick for that warm, familiar feeling you get when you walk through the door. No matter how long you’ve been gone, a home is meant to welcome and comfort you when you come back. I miss being greeted at the driveway with my…

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