By Tiffany Verzal. A story about a child that was the victum of shaken baby syndrome.
The Her I Knew – The She I Know
Nobody told me how hard this would be. Or did they?
Love is Not Always Flood Lights and Fireworks, but Sometimes, It Is
I am wanting my little one to wake up.
All That Good Stuff
Because the bad stuff is easy to remember. And the good stuff, I don't want to forget.
What Will It Take to Raise This Girl to Womanhood?
How can I raise this delicate little girl to be strong and independent, to stick up for her rights, to stand out in the crowd?
Our Eyes Adjust
Adjust. Adapt. Move forward. It’s in our DNA; we evolve.
If We Were A Picture
The double-edged sword is this: the more we grow up, the more we move away from moments like these, face-to-face and heart-to-heart at 2 a.m.
This Too Shall Pass
I’m exhausted and long to return to the comfort of my own bed, desperately trying to will the flailing baby in my arms to wear himself out and just go back to sleep.
The Next Generation Brings With It The Highest Of Hopes
My daughter had brought something with her into this world: she’d brought hope in like wildflowers, roots and all, rich soil spilling from their leaves.
Am I Turning Into My Mother? I Hope So
But the one thing that worries me is when does this all pass on to me? When do I become the mum who knows how to attack any stain on a garment of clothing?