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  • The Long Fight

    September 21, 2016

    Four months after my son’s death, I discovered that I was pregnant again. I had pleaded for months to be tested for the rare…

  • Sticks and Stones

    September 8, 2016

    “Sticks and stones can hurt my bones but words will never hurt me.”
    I recited that rhyme often as a child, and as an adult…

  • Seasons Without You

    September 7, 2016

    Guest Post by Helen

    My son was born in March. Spring; the season of new life. I brought the beautiful, healthy little boy I had…

  • Three.

    March 6, 2015

    He is three today.
    Somewhere, somehow.

    His hair is dark and long
    and his laugh is loud.
    And his eyes are molten chocolate,
    just like hers.
    And he lets her…

  • He Walks With Me.

    September 29, 2014

    It has been two years, six months, three weeks exactly since my son took his last breath in my arms.

    The last hours of his life…

  • Aidan is Everywhere

    August 17, 2013
    I look for Aidan everywhere.

    In three weeks, my son should be eighteen months old. Except he is not.

    He is forever two days old. He weighs six pounds, four…

  • Knowing Fear.

    June 15, 2013

    As irony would have it, the date my last post was published, my husband and I sat beside our rainbow daughter’s hospital cot. Wondering…