Since the death of my two-month old son, I rely on many tangible and intangible ways to see and feel him. I meditate almost daily, read books… Read more “A Star”
When I think of harmony I picture a nicely postured orchestra or a string of sisters trying to sing in unison. The harmony in my heart is… Read more “Practicing Harmony”
I’m not too good at gardening, this I’m finding out. Right after Wyatt died I had this darkening sense that I was toxic and that whatever… Read more “Good At Gardening?”
I was motivated to do some arranging in the baby’s nursery. There is a closet full of his somewhat hanging clothes, shoes, hats, diapers and blankets. For… Read more “Sharing Space”
Like many other mothers, I gained weight over the course of pregnancy. My weight gain was practical, around fifteen pounds while baby grew, contently. Then, I delivered… Read more “A Weight Loss Goal”
And then, just like that, our lives changed. Everything just kind of ended. The dreams, the plans, the chaos, the love, the anticipation, the fear, the loneliness,… Read more “A Moment”
Maybe by explaining how it happened, we will find some teensy bit of relief from the overwhelming amount of grief we feel. The doctors sat down with… Read more “Baby Wyatt”
I began this blog as a way back to myself and back to living.