All I can do is keep pushing through and hope that by choosing to finally talk candidly about my struggles, I will help at least one other woman to not feel as alone as I did.
This is the summer of less is more. Less schedule, more spontaneity. More yes let’s go, less no not now.
My eyes welled with tears as I sat her down on the grass for the very first time. I watched with so many emotions as she leaned forward and grabbed hold of the earth with both tiny hands. Even as she tumbled and got a face-full of dirt I was smiling.
These are the nights that remind me that I do not, in fact, wish for anything else.
I try to raise my voice, step up on my soapbox, and tell any one who will listen, that love is love.
By Michelle Stephens. Being a mom has brought a whole new dimension to my illness.
By Michelle Stephens. I watched from our car as my absentee father, a man I did not know, signed the papers to allow the adoption.