A loss, not a miscarriage We didn’t miscarry, we lost our baby. There was nothing I did when carrying this baby to cause
In the first years after my son’s death, the mere mention of the word ‘healing’ made me recoil. Healing.
I get it. I really do. Working in healthcare has given me a brand new insight into what it’s like to watch people you care
When the calendar turned to January, it becomes THE year. The year my twins would have turned 10. Ten. A decade. What would I
It was a dreary day at the cemetery today. I go most Sunday afternoons to say hello to my sweet girl and update her on the
We ate mashed potatoes and drank wine and had our family photos taken. It felt odd sitting there just the two of us when
I’m going to share an ugly truth with you all. And for the record, my girls and their lives are my greatest blessings.