Last night I had nests of used tissues dotted around our house. I didn’t think I could cry that much. Today I am numb, though the tears spill back out as I recall flashbacks of yesterday afternoon. Miscarriage and loss of a yet to be born baby have hit…
I hadn’t planned on writing more on the subject of miscarriage, but I felt that my last post just left you hanging in the accident-on-the-side-of-the-road feeling with no resolution, no sign of improvement, and no hope for those who may be going through the same thing. So this is partly…
Music has always been healing for me. There are ways that simple melodies, or an urging baseline, or even the tinkering of a few piano keys can peel down the noise and the pressure of the world until all you feel is the balm and comfort of the music. With…
I’m sharing a tiny secret with you today. It’s a little phrase that I wrote on a scrap of rice paper a few weeks ago. Part of me doesn’t want to tell, but another part is seeking accountability or proof that this phrase once existed despite being dissolved into a bowl…
PLEASE NOTE: This is not a post for everyone. In fact, this post is written for those women that need more information, more details, more something to help fill in the gaps while having a miscarriage. There is no What to Expect: Miscarriage Edition, and I knew through my own experience with…
I always liked to make the joke that I would only get a tattoo once I turned eighty. Part of it was a fear of needles (I’ve been known to faint from time to time), but the bigger issue is my indecisiveness. By eighty, I may finally have an idea of…