I never get very far; just the thought of waking up without her in the world catches my breath and brings immediate tears to my eyes.
Why My Miscarriage Made Me A Mom
That’s what mothers are. We are not all optimists in the cheery, rainbow sense. We are optimists when it comes to our own ability to endure
Seeing Her Again
Despite the empty pit in my heart that took up residence when my baby sister died, I feel as though I am “seeing” her every morning when the sun comes up when that little voice calls my name from her crib.
What I Learned From The Death of My Son
Losing my son has made me appreciate my other children even more. I understand that life is not guaranteed, even to the young and wonderful. I understand that every single moment is a moment that will never come back, so I have to enjoy it while I can.
Life and Death in the Dressing Room
You are trying to pretend that you are on just another mother-daughter shopping trip. But the stakes have never been this high. Prom? Hah. Wedding dress? Who cares. This is about life with a capital L. You are terrified.
What Should we do if we See a Bear?
With little outdoor experience and a tendency to run as anxious as my daughter, at the time I had researched what to do if you encounter a bear in the woods.
How I Talked to my Kids about the Death of a Parent
Telling my young kids their father had died was probably the worst thing I have ever had to do.