• Your Legacy, Your Light

    October 20, 2016

    It’s not about forgetting, Or acting like the scars aren’t there, Or trying not to remember your face. Or the curve of your smile. It’s not about avoiding The pain and ache, The memories I’ll never hold, The space between us. It’s about the light in your smile Finding its way into mine, And the…

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  • To the One With Aching Arms

    September 2, 2016

    Sweet friend, I have to tell you. You’re doing an incredible job. I know it doesn’t feel like it. I know you feel like you can barely function and I know you think that you are failing at life, but listen. You’re still standing. You’re still breathing, and from someone who knows the pain, I…

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  • Grief and Gratefulness

    July 1, 2016

    I never understood grief before, as naturally, no one truly should. I never understood the depth of pain a person could feel. I never understood the uncanny, subconscious ebbs and flows that can incapacitate the griever at any given moment. I never understand how draining sorrow felt, because the griever never takes a break from…

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  • 7 Ways To Remember the Hurting Mothers This Mother’s Day

    May 6, 2016

    This Mother’s Day, remember the hurting mothers. Remember the ones with a mother’s heart and no child to call their own. Remember the ones with aching arms. Remember the ones with the tired eyes from the sleepless nights, lying awake and longing for the little one who captured their momma heart from the instant they…

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  • Hold On

    April 1, 2016

    It’s hard to say how you got here. You’re not even quite sure how your life unraveled at the seams and you found yourself sitting in a pile of tissues and broken wishes and dreams. Your plans were big. Your hopes were perfect, but one thing led to another, and like an unstable tower, it…

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  • A Tribe of Sufferers and Healers

    March 4, 2016

    Nearly fifteen months ago, I lost my son. He was six months and seventeen days old and his age didn’t even matter. From the moment I saw two pink lines, he swallowed me whole just as my older son did before him. I gave them both my whole heart in the way a parent does…

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  • The Girl Who Came Alive

    February 5, 2016

    Dead. The word is an absolute, especially when it was spoken of someone she loves. Dead. How it felt to lose them, as if her insides crumbled, as if her blood kept pumping but her heart stopped. In shock. Cold. Dead. Alive. The cruelest joke in the early days, the days when putting one step…

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