Can Our Incapables in the Stands Become Our Warriors in the Arena?
As I sit in my writing chair; writing candle lit, warm blanket on my lap and the light of the laptop and my salt lamp casting a glow around me, I am overcome by how much this blog, Ever Upward,
Wallow, But Just For a Bit, Then Stop Sitting in the Shit
Going to the OB/GYN is never fun for a woman, but it can definitely be hell for a childless woman. Let alone getting news that is it quite possible that IVF triggered my useless ovaries to develop painful cysts which
Our Soul’s Way Through Invisible Sufferings
Our invisible sufferings are simply our stories we are not speaking; our pains, our losses, our struggles. What happens if we don’t somehow speak these sufferings, if we don’t own them?
So Very Different, and Yet the Very Same
I conceived Ever Upward as a place to continue my healing from IVF. I birthed Ever Upward to continue to work on the acceptance of my childfree life. I write Ever Upward to help others .I publish it to connect. Even
Our Fellow Warriors, True Friends, Limited Supporters, and Incapables
Life is difficult and people are complicated, which means relationships take work and are forever changing.
Filled with Awe
On this fresh start to the New Year I feel more myself than ever before, as 2013 was filled with every kind of awe.
There Could Still Be a Moment of…
I've been seeing a lot of reflection on 2013 the last few days. And as this is something I think is helpful for everyone to do each year at the New Year and on their birthday, I'm not ready quite
Shame Died a Little Bit More: Truth Telling My Authentic Light
I am speaking my story out loud because otherwise it is invisible to the world, which means it feels riddled with shame, disgrace and indignity. But the thing is, many of the most difficult struggles we all suffer with are
The Frankenstein Walk of Feeling Behind: But I’m Still Here
This walk also still includes the ugly steps of figuring out what to do with the sense of feeling left behind.
My Child-full Christmas: Making My Own Christmas Magic
For now I’m still not quite ready to miss out on being a part of the childlike wonder of the magic of Christmas.
